Eatin' and screamin'

Today was not the Sprout's favorite day. She made feeding cues almost constantly and ate plenty, but even when signalling hunger she didn't always actually want to eat. So sometimes we tried food substitutes: throughout the day she systematically chewed and licked the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of my right hand, in that order, each time beginning at the knuckle, moving up the metacarpal, and finally ending at the tip of the respective digit's distal phalanx. Probably the high point of her day, though, was a delicate sampling of her own toe.

When she wasn't making overt feeding cues, eating, or gnawing on some appendage, the Sprout was either looking vaguely unsettled or screaming. Here's a sample of unsettled Sprout.

The Sproutly screaming we'll leave to your imaginations.

We had hoped to head south today to see harbor seals in Narragansett Bay before they migrate northward to Maine and Canada. That didn't quite work out. (Maybe family would be interested in trying next weekend?) With the wrap's help, though, we did manage to get the Sprout down for just enough time to walk to Wayland Square, stop by Myopic Books, and get cookies and drinks at Edge Coffee. The peace didn't last long: the walk from Wayland Square was dominated by one of those aforementioned screaming sessions. (Oddly, the Sprout did pause long enough for a kindly woman in a passing car to admire her through a rolled-down window.) Let's hope tomorrow's a happier day.