"Quick, get the broccoli."
These are words I didn't expect to hear at 2 in the morning. Not even from my broccoli-obsessed husband. Yet, here they were hanging in the air, expecting a response of some sort.
I figured I had a few options, as I groggily attended to our fourth night-waking event.
A) Scream hysterically at him. "Broccoli? At 2 in the morning? Are you mad?"
B) Roll over and pretend I didn't hear him or the shrieking babe.
C) Dutifully go produce some broccoli for my husband and child.
I attempted all three...the first two to stave off the trek downstairs. But, it eventually became evident that Dave's request for frozen broccoli at now 2:45 a.m. wasn't going away. It seemed as if he believed that this would lessen Spence's teething pain.
The frozen broccoli materialized somehow and was quickly thrown under the bed, where I think it still lives.
Let it be known that broccoli will not be the Windex of this family--it is not a cure all.
3 comments:
if this keeps on, maybe a small mini-freezer for the bedroom?
yikes- I admire Dave's faith in the power of the little green trees! Tylenol works wonders for us at 2am when teething....although M has never had 5 teeth coming in at once...perhaps that calls for more complex measures?!
xoxo,
A
Oh good new posts! U had been stuck on the Novemeber account of the mouse!! Brave young parents - ask yourselves why our species reproduces at all! Any rational account of the irresistable impusle to parent leaves us adrift. But as I long ago advised David, motivations are arational, means may be somewhat rational. Motor on Tema Snyder!!
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