Allen: My toe; water at bed time

This morning Allen, frustrated that I was in the kitchen with him but not paying  full attention to him while he was playing with the plastic electronic book, in protest, he dropped it on my pinkie toe. I shrieked in pain. Allen started laughing. Then thinking it was funny and wanting to hear me scream again, he bit my thigh. I screamed again.

Now, my toe is deep purple and has tripled in size from swelling. Everyone who's seen it has agreed that the toe is probably broken.

Overall, Allen was good today but hard to put to bed. He wouldn't calm down to nurse and be lulled to sleep. Finally, he calmed down and acquiesced to bed time. But he woke up around  11 p.m. crying. When I went to check on him, he was awake and handed me his empty water bottle. I tried nursing him, but he didn't want the boob. He wanted water. So I filled up the bottle, gave it to him, plopped him back into bed and he went back to sleep.

It's funny because in the last few months, Andy has gotten him to go to bed with water, which he now likes to have in his crib. He doesn't want milk , probably because I'm still nursing him. When I try to  give him a milk bottle before bedtime, he rejects it; he wants the boob. I don't know how much more milk I have and whether it's milk he's after or the whole experience of snuggling with me and engaging in making funny noises with me.

I wonder if he'll want the milk bottle after I stop nursing him. I actually don't mind that he prefers to go to bed with water instead of milk--although he shouldn't drink any water since he's so skinny--since that was a  habit that was really hard to break with Ivan.