Hi-Jacked

This title might have just put me at the top of the FBI's watchlist, but I can't bring myself to care enough to change it. Well it seems "Pippa" has been hi-Jacked. She is in love. She said if I could have 100 babies like him, she would take them all. Whew! I was so relieved. I mean obviously I think that my kid shits rainbows, but I also look at other kids like they carry the plague....minus a few, don't get defensive friends. I do like some kids. Anyway, so just because I think he kicks ass, doesn't mean other people see him that way. But Pippa does. She said Jack was so wonderful. He just snuggled with her all day and wanted her to hold him. I was so relieved. Relieved that he didn't cry all day. Relieved that she was a good fit for him and that he was a good fit for her. But.....no dice on the bottle feeding. Fuck! Say it with me people! Fuck!
And here's why. I love my kid and if I could never be away from him for more than 12 hours (seriously kid? No bottle in 12 hours? You're a crazy pants) that would be awesome.....but then again, it is kind of not that awesome. First, because my business trip to Oregon ended with the conversation about the next business trip to Oregon, which we may or may not be able to stretch out until October. Second, Momma has some serious plans for a much anticipated girl's weekend in October.....hear that baby? much anticipated! These plans were in the works when you were still in utero and Momma wants to get her drink on with some of her favorite ladies. Not that momma hasn't proven she can get her drink on and still feed you.....ahem....don't call CPS. But Momma doesn't want to be the only girl at the girls weekend who has to bring her stubborn-ass baby. Yeah I just called my sweet baby boy a stubborn-ass baby. Because he is. Stubborn!
Two months kid, you have two months to get this eating without momma thing down. Good news is, we are starting solids in less than a month. I am hoping starting solids will coincide with you taking milk from a sippy cup, which we've tried a handful of times, but you seem to equally resent. After that? I don't know. I have no plan of attack after that. But it makes me worry. Worry about whether weaning is going to be a fucking nightmare. Worry whether this is going to seriously detract from my job. Thank god for that raise last year because it might be two years before Momma gets another one.
*Sigh* I know in the broad scheme of life, this is nothing. I am so thankful that this "challenge" isn't something much worse. But seriously baby, please! for Momma's sake can you consider the idea that drinking milk from some receptacle other than a boob is okay?
But on the upside, thanks baby for being such an epic rock star that even without food you capture the hearts of others. It makes momma feel a whole heck of a lot less guilty being at work, knowing that you feel safe and secure to be in the arms of someone else.