Milieu of Me

He cries constantly pretty much.  As soon as I get laid down and settled, something catastrophic happens and I need to get up.  Most of the time he just needs to know that I will get up, and then finds something for me ot help with.

Then he spilt something on the ottoman.  Looks like milk.

Then I thought that he was hungry so I fixed him lunch.  In the meantime he writes on the couch with a rouge pen he found.

He refuses to eat lunch, except for applesauce, and proceeds to scream at me whilst I eat mine…which is now cold.

I decide maybe he just needs a nap.  He fights me to go in, yells, “NO WAY!” at every page of both books I read.  Then I lay him down.

He cuddles in, “Ahhh…”

He looks SUPER cute and sweet.  I pray over him, and start to walk away.  He leans his head back to watch me, and I say my standards, “Mommy loves you, night-night!”

As I’m closing the door, he’s peek at me through the crib rails, and flashes me his biggest cheeseball grin.

Little turkey.  It still amazes me this motherhood thing.  Even with being sick, and him being extra squirrely, all he has to do is smile at me.  The worst part is now he knows it.

Oh well.  He’s the cutest thing ever.