A loaf of bread, the Walrus said, Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed– Now if you’re ready, Oysters, dear, We can begin to feed!
Luke’s self inflicted hunger strike continues, we’re heading into day 4 and he hasn’t eaten a morsel. What to do? Is it the terrible twos, as some people tell us? Is it the fear of vomiting, as he did Sunday morning when he was unwell? Is it us being bad parents?
Who the hell knows. I just know that our lovely little boy is gone and has been replaced by a screaming, crying, troublesome, irritating, argumentative little sod. Jude is on her last legs with him and I’ll have to go away to Rome next month so I can look forward to tearful phone calls about how bad he’s been each day.
Some days I realise that I’m not cracked up to be a dad, I just don’t possess the right skills. Others can do it, but I now realise I can’t, and TBH, that’s pretty depressing since we now have two.
I’m so sorry to hear that. It’s the hardest job in the world when you’ve got a child in that condition. I hope he’s eaten something by now. 4 days does seem quite a long time.
I also hope you’ve managed to find an hour or two by yourself when he does calm down.
This morning we more or less forced food into him. He was being his usual self, but we were having none of it, due to the fact that he’d turned into a zombie overnight. I think he wanted to eat something, since he didn’t raise that much protest – he’d open his mouth but then wouldn’t swallow. 10 minutes per spoonful drags breakfast out to be an hour and a half. Lunch was better and tea was ok.
Anyway, enough about kids here. This is in danger of turning into a kiddie problem/parenting platform. We need either cat pictures or some geekery….I’ll get on it.