Must be what's going on with Jimmy. The kid is one hot mess. Our past few mornings have looked like this:
Until he naps.
Then Ray and I tiptoe around the apartment and whisper over Dr. Seuss and I grab a shower.
Only he woke up early from his nap yesterday and all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and
spent way too time uploading this
it was so worth it
How do I cope do you ask? I walk. We walked to Publix the other day. It's a nice easy mile around the lake at our complex. We have to stick to the paved path or risk landing in dog poop.
Out of desperation yesterday I took the 2.5 mi route to the park. By the time I got there Ray was passed out and Jimmy, who hadn't slept a wink, was ready to run and roam in the grass.
no dog poop in sight. roam free little one
you think you're sooo cute, don't you?
that's more like it
And then I noticed Jimmy chewing on something (a piece of glass) and a used band-aid lying on the ground next to me (his next chew toy if he found it). I texted Greg, "Jimmy ate glass at the park. Didn't swallow it." His reply, "Awesome. We can call him metal mouth". Jimmy, you take cutting teeth to a whole new level.
PS. If the following image sparks a response from you like, "Awwwww... he just needs his aunt/uncle/cousin/grandparent to come hold him."