The new new on the event calendar
Essence Festival came and went this year over the 4th of July, but it could have been on planet Pluto for all we knew, since I had just returned from my last of four business trips, sick, and was just looking for my bed and couch more than anything else. Yesterday, was the Bastille Day festival over on Ponce de Leon, and though we had every intention of going, we never made it out of the house due to some of that lingering laziness that has beset my returning to a more normal schedule here at the house.
The other thing is Tin of course – his schedule is so fragmented that in reality we have two windows of opportunity to do anything and those are a morning two hour frame and a late afternoon two hour frame – but within those frames a snack is needed so that has to be included in any plan we pursue. Which means that it is pretty difficult to much of anything when one of those frames gets filled by a planned something – like swim lessons.
But while all these big events are going on outside of the house, some big ones are occurring within as well. Tin is talking up a storm, words just falling out of his mouth in no particular order – he wants to communicate on the highest level. It goes something like gi ga da ma DUCK … he ta gu ma ma GOOD GIRL … ba ba ba ba ba … then a shrill scream.
The other day, big old molar broke through in the back of his mouth without much fanfare making we wonder once again about his pain tolerance being too high. He seems to withstand pain, but not feeling crummy, pretty well.
But the singular new and big event was the last bottle on Friday night so last night when we went to sit on the porch, I had boiled some milk with cinnamon and nutmeg and he was on my hip for the whole process, watching and waiting, and after I tasted it, he tasted it. He seemed to be for it until we went outside on the rocking chair in our usual perch for the gloaming and he realized this was his bottle replacement then he wanted to throw it. I explained that we had given up the bottle because his teeth are coming in strong and we want them to keep growing strong. He threw the sippy cup of warm milk to the ground. I explained that he was a big boy now and we had moved passed the time of the bottle. He threw the sippy cup once more to the ground.
We continued along the line of him trying to knock it over, knock it out of my hand, and generally his overall disgust with this new reality. At last, he did take maybe four or five sips of the warm milk and we went inside and read his new favorite book, Goodnight NOLA and then we read from Mother Goose and we brushed his teeth (all nine of them – eight in front and the one big molar in back) and then he took some long pulls of ice water (his refreshment of choice) and miraculously he slept through the night without the full bottle of formula in his belly.
So while everyone was getting down to the sounds of music and eating good food and having a cocktail over there at Bastille Day, we walked through another threshold, another new new event, here at the LaLa with Tin.