Get in my belly

Last Friday I got a little taste of what Shannon goes through on a daily basis. I had the day off since I worked the previous weekend and so she decided to go to the Just Between Friends sale that was going on in Denver. We knew that she would be out for a few hours, long enough that I would need to feed Grant by myself. This wasn't the first time that I've watched Grant by myself (she gets out of the house to run errands probably every weekend). It also wasn't the first time that I got to feed him. However it was the first time that I tried to get something done while watching him and also the first time that I had to get the bottle ready when she wasn't here. Not complicated stuff though, right? Wrong!

My first mistake was assuming that Grant would cooperate with the schedule that I had made in my head. Most of the time he was great, but whenever I put him down to play under his "gym" (so that I could get some stuff done) he would get a little fussy. At one point I held him for a while until he fell asleep, at which time I was able to lay him down on the couch right next to me. I thought for sure that I had a good solid 45 minutes before he would wake up, but it couldn't have been more than 15. Luckily he was in a good mood after waking up so I just worked with one hand for a little while longer while I held him with the other. Since I was watching the clock, I knew that he would be getting hungry soon, but instead he decided to doze off again. So, I thought that I could just get the bottle ready as soon as he woke up, which was definitely my second mistake.

Of course when he woke up, he was overdue for food and wanted it at THAT moment. So, I started off trying to warm up the milk with my free hand (the other holding him), but soon decided that it might be a bit dangerous to have hot water that close to the baby. But as soon as I put him down he cried louder than I have ever heard him cry. I kept taking the bottle out of the hot water and would think that it was way too hot, only to swirl it around a little and find that the milk was actually not warm enough. It ended up taking me close to 20 minutes to get the bottle the perfect temperature. Brady kept looking at me with those judging eyes. I could just see it on his face, "Aren't you going to do anything about his crying? Mom never takes this long". Finally I got the temperature right, Grant got some food in his belly, and our happy baby returned. Needless to say, I will no longer wonder why Shannon is able to get only a few things done while I am at work.