D and I agreed that this would be a no pictures blog post. Some things just can not be unseen.
G and I had a talk about how plastic is not a food. And the best consequence of eating it was being backed up for a time, best consequence.
Since G was feeling better last night, I took myself off the Mommy clock. I tried to get a good night's sleep but forgot to tell G. My treatment plan when G is not eating means that I place food in front of him at all hours. After two nights of Mommy being at his beck and call G thought he had me properly trained.
Last night at three a.m. he decided it was time to eat. Mom, mom? I am hungry now. Mom?! Mommy? Food??
He was quite perplexed when
I hope Gus keeps on improving, I know all the plastic bags are out of Gus' reach now.