One of Those Days

You know it's been one of those days when you come home from running errands with a very tired, fussy, and cranky baby and discover a dirty diaper on the floor next to the changing table, an unmade bed with dirty sheets that still haven't been washed, a beet-stained countertop from mischievous beets that somehow escaped the colander, toys EVERYWHERE, and chairs a-kilter. All that's going to get accomplished around here this afternoon is that the tofu will be pressed for tonight's dinner, the beets will be roasted, and the baby will be loved.

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Owen has been having some very trying nights over the past EIGHT weeks. Not sleeping more than three hours at a time is making for some very difficult nights for all three of us. He keeps waking himself up by pooping and then refuses to go back to sleep. Last night he again decided that the hours between 0130 and 0330 were a great time to repeatedly sigh loudly, toot, whine, and babble. We are so very lucky to have the life we have with a very healthy baby boy, but YEESHERS! Just sleep already, Owen!