Something in the last week we've chucked out about 4 litres of formula. Not through choice, but his dodgy tummy (having the runs on your first ever birthday, great fun) meant he refused everything except water for nearly FOUR DAYS. That's a great one for the nerves.
His poos have also been interesting since. But then I've no idea whether that's the milk or the virus he's had. He's drinking so little whole milk though, I just have no idea what's causing what, and it's ALL FUN and not adding to my stress mountain AT ALL. Bottles, sippy cups, straw cups, we're trying the lot to see what he's happiest with.
Worse I think you're right to give formula in this instance. Poor FamilyWorse. How are you? You said you thought you had tonsillitis too, so I hope you're managing to have plenty of sleepy cuddles with the toddleworse.
Right I now have to bang my head against a brick wall for eight hours. Also known as try to find something positive to say about the world's most boring company. For those who are considering a career change, a word of advice : DO NOT, under any circumstances, think this whole social media marketing bolleaux is EASY. There, I've made that mistake for you all.
Happy motherfucking Wednesday peeps. I'm off for a morning smoke for the first time since I was 21.
I've added a photo to cheer us all up. We can do that now.