A week ago, I had breakfast with a former co-worker. I had a dulce de leche and Noah, in his inimitable way, wanted wanted wanted some. I scooped some foam and gave him some. He was satisfied with foam until he wasn't. So I gave him some of the coffee. He had a couple of spoonfuls or more.
Katie rolled her eyes at me. Joseph raised an eyebrow and I just shrugged. Noah gets sugar off and on. He never gets juice. He's never had soda.
As a preemie, he had caffeine therapy for his breathing, but it was nothing big or long term.
I thought nothing of it.
The report from Noah's daycare and from Noah's speech therapist who sees him on Friday said he was OUT OF CONTROL. Not in a rude way and not in a bad acting way. But he had terrible case of the sillies and he was just sort of crazy funny.
Oops. I caffeinated my child. Bad Mommy. No Biscuit. Or at least no more coffee.
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sorry. As usual the other comment had too many typos. Speed typing is bad. Here is my current connection to this post. Two days ago Joey wanted to try my red wine. I figured sure, why not. I thought it would touch his lips and he'd make his yuck face. So after a little tilt from me he gets a taste. He loves it, grabs the glass and takes a huge swig. He then threw a fit that he was cut off. So my kid can't really handle drinking milk from a sippy cup without dribbling it down his chest, but a nice cab and he can handle it. Typical. So like his mom.
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