Sunday, June 22, 2008

The Perils of Education

Q-ster and I were having a lovely morning, dancing his version of hip hop and waving microphones in the air. It was high time for lunch, so I made some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (he was very tickled by the abbreviation "PB&J," which was a good opportunity to practice sounding out letters), and asked if he wanted his cut into rectangles or triangles.

He paused wickedly and said, "Octogon!" Troublemaker.

Mama obliges.
The little dude ran off with his father's baseball cap, but he looks so cute that we couldn't bear to take it away.

Buster slept really well last night and is starting to be more alert during the days. He did get pretty fussy at bedtime, and after trying every possible thing to soothe the wails (Hungry? Poopy? Uncomfortable clothes? Too hot? Too cold?), I tried nursing him again, which worked. I'm Very Reluctant to go down this path where the primary source of calming is the boob. First of all, it means that no one else can help. Plus, fifteen years from now, what if he gets sub-optimal results on his PSATs and needs comforting? Let's not go there.

(Joke, haha, in case it wasn't obvious.)


Mayberry said...

Nice work on the stop sign, Mama!

kittenpie said...

I am in fact a firm believer in loveys and pacifiers, at least once the whole nipple confusion business is not an issue.

Alex Elliot said...

Wow an octagon! I used a butterfly cookie cutter to cut PB&J sandwiches for the kids.

Damselfly said...

Octagon, what a little smarty!