Life here is pretty upsetting right now.
The thing that amazes me is not the amount of wailing and snottiness, but rather what and when he chooses to truly shit a brick about. So like, for example, if you are feeding him or offering him organically grown and lovingly cooked fresh food cut into tiny, graspable parcels at meal time... he's likely to yap, shout, and bang his head all around the high chair until you're not sure what to do.
If you have just taken him out of a warm bath and are trying to lotion him up and pour him into some of the softest cotton fabrics every created... look out, 'cause he might spring a backward arching, head-throw-back maneuver that will launch him off the changing table.
It's been 3 consecutive meals of crying and yelling, and I haven't been able to change a diaper or outfit without a meltdown in days... Katy and I don't know how much more we can take...
Wait until he sees us start to fall apart.
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