The weekend was on the non-exciting side. Saturday, Amanda wanted to go scooter shopping, but no one has 50cc models in stock for some mysterious reason. Except, I suppose the Vespa place, but they are expensive… although you might get the hipster cred along with it. What’s up with these people? All they have to do is have a couple in stock and we would immediately plunk many $$$ for scooter and accessories. Ah, well.

Amanda later went to visit with Carrie. I worked, because we will be off to Tennessee for a wedding next week and there is much to do. And Amanda had to work on Sunday so it would be unlikely I could work then.
Sunday Amanda was on call. I believe it was because originally she would have been back to work that week, but I dunno what really happened. Regardless, no one else took/traded the shift, so she had to go in.

I took her in at around 7:45am. LK was very cooperative during the trip and for a while back home… all coos and smiles… but then he realized that I could not produce the Tit and he screamed. A lot. In spite of the fact that I did feed him breast milk via bottle, really, so I knew he wasn’t hungry; he was just full of bad attitude.
So, most of the day was dealing with his screaming, which curiously was on the “all the way up to 11” level of his earlier days. Presumably he missed his breast friends. I did venture out to the garden, but I had a bit of trouble with Amanda’s new sling-thing she had procured, so I cut the walk short.

We did have to dig up our gratis can of formula because we weren’t sure we had enough milk on hand for 24+ hours. I ended up visiting Amanda for lunch (which LK was very happy about) to pick up milk Amanda had pumped. And later we visited for an extended time (7pm-0100am?) to pick up more milk and relax as a family. OK, maybe not since Amanda was very busy and we were in a hospital. I did get a lot of work done, too, as LK was drunk with milk and passed out most of the time.
Back home, I did not really sleep as LK was discombobulated with the change in routine. He was not into sleeping and more into smiles and coos (Amanda’s normal response: “Now is NOT the time for smiles and coos… it is time for SLEEPING.”) and demanding food. There was less wailing as he realized I could produce food, if not as immediately as Amanda could.

I picked up Amanda this morning at 730. LK was all smiles again as I had his bfast ready before he actually woke up. Amanda did not really sleep either, but hopefully both of them are now.