The first day he was sick, he woke up angry. It was early--6:30 a.m. I walked into his room first thing, and the crying, kicking, pushing, throwing the head back, etc. started. I braced myself and took a deep breath. We went down for breakfast and he didn't want to eat, or drink or be be held, or put down. The day continued on like that for FOUR HOURS!! I kept trying to put him back down in his crib to sleep but he would just cry and cry. By 12 noon I wanted to pull my hair out. I was starving so I just brought his sad body downstairs and put him in his high chair so I could eat and so I'd know he was okay. He just watched me, declining any offers for food, and so I told him we'd say a prayer. I prayed for him to be able to fall asleep so he'd feel better. One minute later he was asleep.
The week continued a little bit like this but not as extreme, and now he seems to be alright. I think he has learned a lot, though, about taking care of babies. You see, he has a doll. A boy doll. My mother-in-law, the sweetest lady, even gave him (the doll) a haircut to make him look even more like a boy . . . even though he was a boy to begin with . . .
Anyway. He shows interest in the doll every once in a while, in addition to his admiration of trains and buses and planes and geese and the skateboarding youngsters, and this week he has paid much more attention to the baby boy.
2 comments:
So cute! I love that story and I love the pictures. He is the cutest little boy.
That tender trait is a good one to have.
What a cutie pie! I miss seeing the Freestones in their stripes! :)
P.S. I have a new appreciation for bad days as a mom as I had a rather difficult one yesterday/ starting the night before that. It makes me feel better to know that I'm not the only one who wants to pull their hair out sometimes. And mine is still so little and easy! Oh dear. Haha. Hope you're having fun so far away! We miss you guys! And movie night. Sometimes I still think about Om Shanti Om. And sometimes I still get the the Om Shanti Om song stuck in my head. Oh man.
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