Murphy's law: If you go to sleep at 12:15 am, the baby will invariably wake up at 5:45 a.m.
There was howling off in the distance. It got closer and closer. Until my dream about my impending vacation was rudely interrupted by the wailing and gnashing of teeth. Or Toofuses, to be exact.
I laid there for a sec, wondering if Derek was going to get up but he was playing dead. FINE, I'll do it myself.
I went to get E and put him on the changing table. If I don't change him, he pees all over me and all over my nice bed.
Apparently he decided that if he did not eat THAT VERY SECOND HE WOULD DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH. You would have thought he had gotten his hand caught in the car door, he was screaming so loud.
D: What are you doing to the baby?
K: Pinching him????
The birth of my own little drama king.