Bottomless

Brody flipped a switch last week. He transformed from my content, smiley, always-happy angel of a boy into crying, screaming, agitated ogre of a child. At first, I chalked it up to gas. When it had been four days, however, my thoughts went to teething. Finally, my slow mom-brain caught up with the fact that Brody is a BOY, and has a MONSTEROUS appetite.

Jared kept asking, "Could he be hungry?" And I kept confidently telling him "NO! There's no way he is hungry. I just fed him."

Apparently I was wrong. He is hungry. Always. If you see us at church, he is hungry. If we are at the store, he is hungry. If we're sitting on the couch, he is hungry. If it is 2:00am, he is hungry. If he just finished eating, he is hungry. He is ALWAYS hungry. So, despite my emotional un-readiness, out came the cereal. Here's how it went...