Michael and I went to a newish restaurant for dinner tonight. We got home and the boys asked where we went, so I told them. Malachai starts crying. I had no idea he wanted to go there so badly 
It turned into a full on melt down and he cried for an hour. Michael brought him into our bed and I just cuddled with him. I know, I should ignore this, but when he gets like this, seriously, it’s not going to end until it’s over and he’d be a mess whether I paid attention or not. So I hauled Atos up on the bed, who proceeded to lick Mal’s face, and Mal was giggle-crying, and I cuddled up behind him and we spooned.
Times like this I wish he was still addicted to the boob, because the boob was instant-calm for him. Nothing has ever been instant-calm for him like a good cuddle and boob.
I feel just awful. I had no idea. It’s not like this place really has anything that he’d want anyway. Maybe we’ll go tomorrow night and let him see the menu.
