Archives for May 2011

So Mad I Could Puke

Lucas, for the most part, you have outgrown your puking phase. For what seamed forever, you would cough on something and loose whatever you just managed to eat. For the past several months, we thought you were over that, and for the most part, you were. Until last night.

You were throwing your milk or cheese across the table and managed to knock something over. Both mom and I yelled “No!” and pulled your chair away from the table. Then you got so incredibly upset that your face got all red, you coughed a few times, and then you went nuclear – spewing everything.

Mom and I looked at each other, and then I said something about this asymmetric warfare being a bit trickier than I had imagined. It appears that for the first 20 minutes after you eat, we still need to keep you calm and upright, lest you turn yourself into a roman candle.

The Power of Milk

More mornings than I can count, Lucas, you would wake up well before your sister. I would take you into the kitchen, strap you into your high-chair and give you some milk and some fruit and/or cereal. Of course, in the morning, I would be hungry for breakfast too, so I would pour myself a bowl as well. The challenge came when your sister Anna was still asleep. I never knew how long from when I poured the milk until the moment that she would wake up and start crying. Invariably, it would be only a matter of moments, such that by the time I got her taken care of, my cereal was soggy when I came back down.

And so, dear Anna, I have tried in vein to strategize the best time to pour my milk such that I could enjoy my cereal with Lucas before you woke up. If I though you were going to wake up imminently, I would simply wait until afterwards, then have my cereal with both of you. But the longer I waited for you to wake up, the hungrier I got, until at last I had to pour the milk. Then, of course, the real power of milk began to manifest itself because whether I poured early or late, you somehow managed to wake up within moments of when the milk hit the cereal. It’s almost like your ears are precisely tuned to the sound “snap crackle pop,” and you have no idea how to use a snooze-button.