Take a look at that sweet, innocent face because it's the last time you'll see it today.
The rest of the day included what seems to be the three month growth spurt. Or a possession by demons. There was screaming, blow out diapers, nursing every hour and lots of sleeping. Except not sleeping in the crib or swing or in a nest of blankets on the couch. Sleeping in my arms and ONLY there.
|OK, that's a sweet face, too.|
Luckily the hubs got home early.
We were going to get cheap food for dinner but the pain jolting in my head every time I moved made my stomach turn at every suggestion. Plus Henry was screaming. One migraine pain pill, two Tylenol and a scalding hot shower later, I was recovering.
We finally devoured food, in bed, at 8 p.m.
Followed by more screaming, clawing at my face and a massive blowout diaper. That may have been the grand finale (please, I beg you) because the poor kid is sound asleep now. Growing is so hard!
Tomorrow we're having a birthday redo. There is wine, a large plate of sushi and babysitting grandparents in my future.