You've heard of the Wars of the Roses? Well, today was another battle in the Wars of the Stanleys.
Nathan, though cute, packs quite a painful punch for a 25", 15-lb 3-month-old. He woke up at 3 a.m. (I got back to bed ~3:30), woke again ~7:30 and raked the front of my neck with his fingernails as I tried to feed him (note to self: MUST trim those again), cried off and on until 10, then spent the rest of the afternoon (and now evening) alternately charming and irritating me.
I haven't swung from extreme emotion to extreme emotion like this since Jr. High - no, I take that back: being pregnant. Maybe that was training for this.
For those days when I treated you to behavior like this, Mom... my sincerest apologies.
1 comment:
Ah, yes, I remember it well. Sleeplessness. Sillyness. Hang in there!!! I'm amazed that you can put such witty words together!
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