Today was a horrible day. The last thing I want to do is blog. Seriously. Little man slept late again, but to prevent a late bedtime and start a horrible cycle, I told the nanny she could open his door and curtains at 9. She found him in a puddle of vomit. Awesome.
Breakfast was a failure. Lunch was a failure. Water seemed to be a failure.
Misery. Misery. Misery.
Saltines stayed down!
Dipped into the final stash of breast milk and gave him a bottle. Still no puking!
Dinner consisted of a half a piece of bread, an apple sauce container, and half a banana.
This seemed to perk him up.
So much so that he started running laps around the kitchen table and island going through the kitchen over and over again in a figure 8.
Until he fell.
And cut his lip.
There was blood.
Thankfully, he eventually settled down. He was passed out in my arms before I could finish the first verse of Twinkle, Twinkle. About an hour before normal bedtime.
Oh sweet boy, I hope tomorrow is better. Mommy is effing exhausted.