I think Garrett is trying to get back at us for making him sleep in the walk in closet. That’s right, we put his pack’n’play in the walk in closet. It’s big, it’s dark, cool, and quiet in the closet of our one bedroom apartment. So that’s where we put him. He sleeps better in there…and I sleep better with him in there, than if he slept anywhere else.
He’s only been sleeping in a closet since we arrived here in the armpit of the US, aka South Texas, last week. Oddly enough that’s also about the time he decided he can make his own decisions.
He won’t eat what I want him to. He only wants to eat cheese and junk food. Not even fruit, unless it’s watermelon. But he can’t have watermelon a lot because it causes him to break out in tiny red spots around his mouth and on his bum. He loves macaroni and cheese so I’ve been sneaking carrots in. If I feed it to him he’ll eat it, but when I don’t spoon feed him he’ll pick out the carrots and just eat the noodles. I tried it with broccoli yesterday and that was a no go. I tried it again today though and he chewed on a piece of broccoli for about 20 seconds before throwing it of the floor. He’ll eat cheetos, cereal, candy, cake, cheese, chips, watermelon, ice cream and anything else unhealthy…and that’s it. So he’s going hungry. I’m gonna starve him out.
Garrett has also begun to growl at me. You heard me. An actual growl when he’s upset. Who does that?! If he would talk I’m sure we could find a better way for him to express himself and we could understand each other. Brad’s convinced his just stubborn. Example: As we’re getting out of the car the other day I asked Garrett if he wanted his balloon. “Balloon?” crystal clear came from his mouth. “Yes! Balloon! That’s right! Say it again?” All I got was jibber jabber. “What do you want, Garrett?” Nothing. “What’s this called?” pointing to the balloon. More jibber jabber but this time with the attitude of “I know you’re smarter than this, Mom. Did I stutter? I’m not saying it twice. Get it together woman!” Maybe it’s better than he can’t talk though. He’d probably chew me out for making him sleep in the closet.
In other news our AC keeps breaking. Yup, in our 102 degree Texas heat and humidity the cooling system has broken three times in one week. It’s hard not to miss Colorado at those moments. Especially when I see that the temp is 60 in Golden…OUT SIDE and it’s 87 for me INSIDE.
1 comment:
I hope you didn't make him sleep in the closet after finding that tree roach in your apt. Poor little kid.
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