back into the woods

ok, just as i state that our tummy troubles are over, i give my little A some diced up sweet potatoes for dinner. they are very soft and cooked completely and are most definitely on the approved list of things to give your aspiring self-feeder. and, oh yes, he LOVES them. gobbles them right up, proud as a peacock.

then midnight rolls around.

screaming like we haven't heard in a while, inconsolable screaming crying, writhing around. and we're back, like we never left.

"what did he eat today?"
"oatmeal and pears with a little bit of banana, mixed grains cereal with carrots, and mixed grain with peas and some prunes for dinner. i don't understand."
"that's weird."
"yes. oh yeah, i gave him some of the sweet potato that B wouldn't eat."
"um yeah, a little too much fiber in those."

oh shite. so since i caused this and feel pretty much horrible about it, i take him downstairs to watch permanent midnight. it was awful awful. he was so tired that his eyes were shut but his little body would/could not stop moving around. after 2+ hours, he finally fell asleep and stopped crying.

no sweet potatoes.

btw - if i thought ben stiller was nasty after dodgeball, permanent midnight sealed the deal.