It's 3am and I'm up. This is not unusual, except tonight I had gone to bed at a decent hour in expectations of sleeping until 6am when Miller would wake up with the sun demanding food and some TV.
However, I woke up to a crying, mess of a Miller. I thought he was cold. I gave him a warmer shirt. Then he runs to the kitchen and signs "more" and "hungry". Ok, easy enough, right? WRONG! I give him his favorite snacks and he just screams and signs more frantically. I show him a banana, which he grabs, so I cut that up. NOPE. I ask if he wants milk, the king and of all beverages to him. NO WAY! I drag a screaming, signing Miller to the bathroom and make him go. NO! By now you can imagine I'm frustrated and a but concerned. Miller has never acted this way before. Especially refusing all his favorite foods. We go back into the kitchen and Miller is freaking out worse and stomping. I go and wake Terry up. We are both in a showoff with an angry 4-year-old. The worst kind of showoff to be in. Finally in desperation, I grab the bread and Miller politely points to it. THE CHILD JUST WANTED A SANDWICH! Oh my. So, I'm making a better PECS strip for the kitchen to avoid future flip outs and save me some much needed sanity.
