Jack loves the microwave....
Jack hates the microwave....
The microwave takes too long....25 seconds too long I'm sure in his opinion. 25 seconds is how long it takes to warm up the 'ba-ba'.
Alex and I don't even bother saying the word any longer as the Fudge understands what it is. So we spell it out if the Fudge is within hearing distance...."can you get his b-a-b-a?"
But it's no use, as soon as Jack hears the microwave door slam shut, and the farmiliar 'beep-beep-beep' of the microwave buttons it's over. He immediately enters into some kind of histarics - his head flops back in the typical toddler tantrum fashion, his face crinkles up in a cry and his hand goes straight to his mouth. The Fudge acts like he's never been fed before, like we'd be starving him for weeks on end while making him a part of some child labor workforce in Asia.
Even when those torturous 25 seconds are up and Alex or I start walking over to the couch (yes, this is where we feed the Fudge his bottles) he cries even harder. He thinks we're stealing his bottle and walking away with it to have for ourselves.
He eventually makes it over to the couch and we sit him on our lap. He's still crying. Why? Because the bottle has not touched his lips yet. He does not yet understand that the bottle cap must come off the bottle first (1 second) and then we must move the bottle to his mouth (1 more arduous, grueling, painful, suffering miserable second).
Jack is patient with all other things in life, but man.....the food never comes fast enough! Jeesh!
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