Breakfast

Oh, what a rough weekend. Saturday night, I got hit hard with an insane headache accompanied with chills and then ultimately a fever. I was on the verge of begging someone to scoop out my brains with a dull spoon in hopes it would make the pain go away. So needless to say, Saturday night sucked. Royally. But hubs was super sweet and made me tea, and brought me crackers. He was up too, working on work stuff and came to bed much later after I had finally fallen asleep. After some meds, I finally fell into a zombie-like sleep with 3 layers on plus my fluffy robe under the covers.

BabyBird was awesome and slept the entire night through and didn’t hear a peep out of him until the next morning at 6am sharp. I hung out with BabyBird in our bedroom and then crawled walked downstairs to make him breakfast.

Now before I continue on, I have to say that breakfast is Daddy’s speciality and the two of them have a great rhythm when it comes to this meal everyday. Each morning they head downstairs and eat a greek yogurt with baby oatmeal.

Every once in awhile on the weekends, I’ll be the one preparing breakfast for him and get to feed him his daily yogurt mix. BabyBird loves his breakfast and enjoys gobbling it up every morning.

Except today. You see, I made the epic of all epic-ness of mistakes. I shudder even now thinking back to what I did. It was horrible. Absolutely a terrible mistake.

I swirled the oatmeal in with the yogurt.

Why did I do such wretched a thing? Because I knew he liked eating his yogurt and oatmeal together in the same bite. So the obvious course of action would be for me to mix the two together. Wrong. BabyBird saw what I did, and oh boy did he throw a fit. He was soo upset, tears everywhere and after trying to console him over and over and asking if we could just start over with a fresh yogurt he wasn’t buying it. In his last act of pure desperation of how I single handedly ruined breakfast, he cries out “Da-Da” over and over. Daddy comes downstairs to see what in the world was going on, and tried to console BabyBird and attempt to savage breakfast. BabyBird by this time was too upset, and breakfast was over.

After I explained what had happened earlier. Daddy nodded silently.

You don’t swirl the oatmeal & yogurt together, he hates that. You dip it.

::sigh::