Do you remember the Sanka commercial where the man fighting with the window shade is confronted with an overly concerned Robert Young? It turns out Bob couldn’t handle that second cup of coffee and the window treatment at the same time. He switched to Sanka and became in the words of Charles Dickens, “as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world.”
It was the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning thinking about crabby Baby D and my beverage consumption yesterday. Lets’ see one tasty Tassimo latte with the morning’s email, two glasses of iced tea at lunch (each with two packets of raw sugar, yes!), one Caramel Cooler at Caribou (yum!). Huh.
C and I were done nursing at about five months. It was Thanksgiving and he refused to nurse but would take a bottle, held by himself in his bouncy seat in front of the Macy’s parade. Baby D and I are at nine months and still going strong. I’m not sure how I feel about this. It’s not really any trouble, but it’s no longer a loving moment of nutrition between a mother and son, but more of a wrestling match with pinching, pulling and biting. I’m still winning these matches but I don’t know for how much longer. When I start to lose — that’s when we are going to be done for sure.