Not a Proverb

There's no use crying over spilt milk. That is a proverb.

But apparently, crying over sour milk is tremendously useful. The Monkey did it all day today. And I'm not sure it was sour anyway. It's hard to see how it could be: from pump to freezer to hot water to bottle. When would it sour? Maybe that's the way it's supposed to smell?

But it's not a proverb. And the Monkey cried all day, except for a long nap in the Ergo carrier while I grocery shopped. The sweet potato and apple solid foods were not getting it done. He wasn't liking the milk. Then he was too tired, too hungry to really engage in anything -- especially sleeping or eating.

My nerves were a bit frayed by the time Monkey Mama came home. And then I cooked dinner.