Hay, Bloat, and the Midnight Milk Bar

April 20, 2025

Tonight felt like one of those parenting puzzles you can’t Google your way out of.

Spring’s kids were out all day—free milk, free hay, freedom. And it showed. Billy Blue came in looking just a little too round. Not Spot-level bloated, but enough that my gut said: no more hay tonight. Dolly’s girls ate milk at 7:30pm and skipped hay entirely. Spot had milk—but no hay. His brother Stitches might’ve sneaked a few bites. It’s always a game of watching bellies and balancing access.