Chieko took the opportunity to wean Ray over Golden Week, and he’s having a tough time of it. It’s been more than a week since he had his last supper, so to speak, and though he isn’t trying to get at Chieko’s breasts anymore, his frustration is manifesting itself in other ways.
He wakes up a lot during the night crying, yet pushes us away when we try to comfort him. When he goes to bed he crawls around in the dark as if trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, or perhaps he’s rooting around for that boob that used to lull him to sleep, sometime for upwards of half an hour. His daycare schedule has been askew because of vacation, but he’s back to crying hard every morning. And he’s more apt to fly into hysterics at small things, then just as quickly snap out of it. It must be hard for him to be experiencing this frustration; it certainly is for us. He did make it through the night last night without waking up, which was nice for all of us. Hopefully in another week or so he’ll be back to his normally happy little self.
I took this picture yesterday on our way downtown to a friend’s wedding after-party. In retrospect it seems most appropriate.