Dumb Dumb Moment

At the beginning of every MOPS meeting (that's the Christian moms group that I belong to), they ask if anyone has a Mommy moment or a dumb dumb moment they'd like to share with the rest of the group. Moms who share stories are then rewarded with either a packet of M&Ms or a Dum-Dum lollipop, respectively. Usually, I share stories of touching things that Ryan has said or done or tender moments with Gavin. At the next meeting, I'll be able to share the following dumb dumb moment:

For the past couple of nights, Gavin has woken up around 4 a.m. shrieking inconsolably. He's so loud that Mike (who typically sleeps through Gavin's most robust crying episodes) jumps out of bed to close the windows so that we don't wake the neighbors. Then, he offers to give me a break and rocks Gavin until he calms down and falls back asleep. The next morning, we try to determine what could explain Gavin's behavior from the night before. We go through a mental checklist: did we give him both doses of Axid (his medicine for acid reflux), did I give him Mylicon to help with gas, did I burp him after each nighttime feeding, was he too cold or hot, did he need a diaper change, did I eat anything that could have given him a stomachache, etc. The other morning, I was convinced I had it figured out. I explained to Mike that when I was changing Gavin's diaper after one of his screaming fits, I discovered what looked like partially undigested grains of rice in his poop (although I did not spend a lot of time carefully inspecting the contents of his dirty diaper). I then reminded Mike that we had chicken and rice for dinner the night before. The look on Mike's face was a combination of bewilderment, shock, and alarm, which quickly turned to amusement as he waited for me to realize the absurdity of my statement. I, on the other hand, could not understand his unusual reaction and why he wasn't responding to the possible explanation I had offered. After several moments, when he realized that I wasn't going to figure it out on my own, he asked me how Gavin had ingested rice when he was exclusively breastfed. I wish I could blame my cluelessness on the sleep deprivation, but common sense often eludes me!