or in our case, sprint off!
Today we had plans to go visit A for lunch, which we try to do weekly. Well, instead of driving in, I thought it may be a fun adventure to take the bus in. Save a little on the pollution, try something new out with E. Um…never again (well, not in the next month at least).
The ride to A’s work was ok. E was patient while waiting (we maybe waited 10 minutes) and once on the bus, so long as he was standing up or in my lap, he was very content. Most of the trip in was spent with his head on my shoulder, which I won’t lie, I LOVED.
We got to A’s work, E was fussy whenever he was in his stroller. A suggested that it may be teething-good thinking on his part as E has been pretty fussy for no apparent reason today and a bit yesterday. I didn’t even consider teething. While having his lunch, while walking to the bus stop, while waiting for the bus to go home, E was fussy. This does not bode well for the return trip home.
We got on the bus and E was ok for a bit. He started writhing and crying and so I thought I may as well give him his bottle since at least that would settle him down. I put E down on the seat next to me (we had stopped to let people on, and there were many people) and started to pour the water into the sippy cup. Then the bus started. I couldn’t keep in sitting next to me, he’d fall. I tried holding E and pouring water in, but ended up pouring it all over myself. People around me were simply watching, not offering to help (seriously, what is wrong with this world-you see a screaming baby and a mother attempting to make a bottle and you just think it’s some sort of entertainment). Finally a nice woman sitting next to me offered to help. She finished off making the bottle and there was E, happy again.
Currently E is screaming in his crib, resisting sleep. What a day, what a day.
At least I can say we tried it out…