Cow Duty

Jordan is now out of the house. He will be back soon, but he has graduated to the next stage. Before, because he was hooked up to the oxygen tank, he stayed at home while the grandparents came over to watch him. Now, he doesn’t need the oxygen during the day so he can go to their house. Both sets of grandparents have been so helpful watching him for the last 5 ½ months – we don’t know what we would have done without them. They will probably watch Jordan for at least the rest of this year if we asked. After that he will be a toddler and no one can enjoy their retirement chasing after a toddler for 50 hours a week.

My boy has gotten into the habit of cow duty. Cows will eat the grass and store it in the stomach until later when they can chew their cud. Jordan will drink the milk and decide that it was so tasty he will bring it up again. Of course he has a little mouth so it just ends up on his legs, and his clothes, and our clothes, and sometimes the couch. Just about everything except the bibs. After he’s done, he then likes to complain that he is hungry. You know you are a parent when you get used to the smell of fermenting milk combined with bile.