Jonah: 1 vs. Parents: zip

Rob and I thought we had control of this new life that we’ve created.  I mean – this new member of our family is like 9lbs … we are so much bigger than him, we can take him!  Well – how wrong we were!

 

Today Jonah was fussy… not crying all day, just fussy and REALLY hungry.  Well, he had just eaten and AGAIN was looking for more food.  So, we decided he needed to wait it out a bit.  So, we made dinner and sat down to eat.  We put Jonah in his highchair and had a talk with him: Jonah, we’re going to eat now.  So, you’re going to need to wait for a while until you can eat…you can’t be hungry already, you just ate.  You’re going to have to sit there and just be patient.  Only 3 minutes later… Jonah begins to scream.  (and I mean scream…to the point where there isn’t any noise coming out and you’re wondering when/if he’s going to take another breath)  Rob and I just look at him, both paralyzed and not wanting to be the chicken to break our pack with the little guy.  So, he’s screaming and all of a sudden he stops!  Out of nowhere!  He went from screaming his lungs out to having his eyes closed and being half asleep.  Rob and I look at him and then look at each other and just crack up laughing.  I said, “I think he’s testing the boundaries” (like a 2 week old can do that).  We sat there eating – thinking we were pretty darn smart and had shown him.  Just then he started screaming again… this time the intensity wasn’t as nuts but the duration was much longer.  Rob broke out into a sweat; I just started shoveling in the food (feed the fear, Cat).  Then it happened.  Rob cracked!  He put down his fork and reached over and picked up Jonah.  Jonah stopped crying instantly.  As Rob sat there, food getting cold and shaking from having to listen to this little one’s cry – I could have sworn I saw a smirk cross Jonah’s face.

 

We put up a good fight – but we were no match for the 9lb wonder.  Games over – thanks for playin.