My Teething Tweenybopper.

My child's going through an awkward spell.  You wouldn't know it to look at him, but he's a tween!

Don't misunderstand, he's not obsessed with Justin Bieber, or Mary-Kate Olsen, and the baby acne flare-ups have long since come and gone!

YADI-YADI-YA...

Nor is Aksel looking to take a bite out of life.  Rather, he's working on cutting a tooth, and successfully sitting up by himself.

He does, however, have a penchant for Yo Gabba Gabba, and I'm embarrassed to admit, American Idol.

That's beside the point though...

My little man with fat wrists is a tween in the more literal sense.
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Main Entry: tween

Pronunciation: \ˈtwēn\
Function: noun
Etymology: Irish\German\Norwegian
Date: December 28, 2009

: between (an infant carrier & high chair)

PLEASE REFER TO EXHIBIT A.  CASE IN POINT.

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Most of you are probably wondering why I'm so concerned? WHY?

I say all of this because we, the Mulligan-Kohn family (my sister included), had something of a mishap last week at Eatery-X.

A BLOG CAST INTRODUCTION:

BRIDGETTE MULLIGAN. AGE: 21
RELATION: Darling Sister
GOES BY THE ALIAS: José Prosecco (aka JP)

(For purposes of anonymity, JP will only ever appear with dark shades!)

How does Eatery-X relate to Aksel's tween-ism you ask?

If you happened to read the definition fine print, you know that my plump five-month-old is in size somewhere between his infant carrier seat and a commercial high chair. 

Yes, it's an affirmative.  Aksel no longer fits in his newborn carryall, but with that being said, he has yet to acquire the balance to sit comfortably in a high chair.  Basically, he bobbles and drools.

So for the sake of portability, and convenience really, we've been belting our tweenybopper in his umbrella stroller.

Here's where Eatery-X factors in... 

(FYI:  Eatery-X is an international chain that did NOT get it right!  They broke some rules!)

A busser carrying a table at Eatery-X accidentally knocked into our stroller.  Aksel was tucked quietly away, observing goings-on, minding his own baby business, when lo-and-behold...WHAM!

So, okay.  We own a restaurant.  We understand better than most that things happen.  People make mistakes.  Glasses break.  Water spills.

YADI-YADI-YA...

Well, the mistake at Eatery-X came to a vigilant head when our true-to-the-term tween busboy spouted off at Mark.  Sporting a shag haircut reminiscent of Zac Efron in High School Musical, this pubescent employee did little to appropriately handle the SLAM situation.  His I don't care attitude made a bad something a lot worse!

Let me eloquently say, Hell hath no fury, like a baby's daddy scorned...

So, I'm praying little man soon fits in a high chair!  He's kinda awkward right now, and his stroller gets in the way sometimes.  My teething tweenybopper - bless him!

To wrap things up on a positive note, the relationship between my two men is pretty amazing!  It's growing visibly stronger by the day...
I couldn't be any more lucky!  Hear what Aksel has to say about the ordeal at Eatery-X...

(FYI:  I don't think he's holding a grudge!)

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