Monday, April 21, 2008

The Daddy Diaries: Sickness, Bottle Feeding & The Weimar Republic

In the spirit of family togetherness, Kai & Lauren & I are all sharing a head cold right now.

Blergh.

In other news, Kai and I have finally agreed to terms for this whole bottle-feeding thing. Actually, it's less of an agreement and more of a series of decrees made by Kai that I never agreed to, but reluctantly observe because I have little choice. Not unlike the terms imposed on Germany post-WWI. Except I'm not angry. And I don't owe Kai reparations. In any case, the agreement goes something like this:
  1. There will be no bottle-feeding unless you sing to me.
  2. Bottle-feeding will not be successful unless you are bouncing, swaying, or rocking.
  3. I will only open wide when I feel like it.
  4. I reserve the right to spit milk at you if the mood strikes me.
  5. The bottle nipple will be chewed on, rolled around in my mouth, and clamped down upon if I so desire.
  6. Just because I get milk from the bottle doesn't mean I'm going to swallow it.
  7. The terms of this agreement are by no means final; I may tweak, modify, change, or alter this agreement as often as I like. Especially if I'm cranky.

I do have to say that, on the whole, these terms are not too bad. Kai typically drinks 10-15 ounces of milk per day when Lauren is away. All of his particular wants around feeding are a small price to pay for a happy, well-fed child.

As soon as I have the energy to mount a search for our missing camera, I'll post some more photos/video of Kai in action.

1 comment:

Karen C. said...

This is hilarious. I'm sure you realize this is just the first of a lifetime of "agreements" that Kai will dictate. At least he was clear about the terms.