Yeah, that could work, too
Since about three o’clock, the Bug has been on the fuss bus. Nothing could make her happy. We went for a walk, we played, we read books, but no matter what I tried, she screamed. And while screaming at home is bad enough, screaming in an office is terrible. And on top of that, I could see the piles of work on my desk growing deeper.
Finally, at four, I gave in and took her home. If she’s going to be fussy, I’m going to be at home.
When we got here, the Bug just wanted to be held. After a while of just sitting in my lap, she wanted down … to fuss some more. And fuss she did.
Finally, Katie called to let me know she was running late. She could hear the stress in my voice - and the baby’s screams. She asked “why don’t you try feeding her?” The thought had not occurred to me.
She’s still in a pretty fussy mood, but clearly she was starving. I guess it’s a developmental thing. All I can say is I’m glad people grow out of screaming whenever they’re unhappy. That’d get really old by the they got to middle school. And it’d make job interviews really uncomfortable.
