Who else would be in Columbus the next day at 8am with a smile on his face and open arms to take the screaming baby from me?! Seriously - I have the best daddy ever.
In the spirit of being honest - which y'all know that I am (seriously why sugar coat?! - it just makes me feel like a failure when I read what other people write and it's all rosy, but I guess that's on me...) - I was losing my mind. My sweet little boy has no happy median. He is either all smiles and coos or screaming bloody murder. And if said sweet little boy doesn't poop on a regular basis he is miserable, which makes my life miserable. And he didn't poop on Sunday. Not ok.
Luckily for me, I also have the best friend in the whole world, who when I called her at 10am on Monday about to have a crazy crying meltdown, she "forced" me to bring him over to her house and told me to go home and relax. I would never survive my life if it wasn't for the sixteen daily phonecalls and the spontaneous crashing her house two/three times a week. I love me some Hads. He pooped for Hadley on Monday afternoon - after she dealt with 3.5 hours of severe unhappiness. (Sorry Hads - didn't mean to scare your hubs.) And then all was right with the world. Though by that point, Sam had made me call my Dad and ask if he was available this week - so I got another two days of happy mommy time.
"Riding the horse"
He's such a great GDaddy too - he plays with William and walks him until he's blue in the face and seriously, I think he's got esp - because he always figures out exactly what's wrong with W. Though - I guess there's only so many options - so he just whittles down the list quickly.
GDaddy had him mesmerized by this toy - so cute!
I wanted in on the pleasant baby picture action too.I'm glad I'm surrounded by wonderful people because I'm slowly losing my mind. Atleast I have them to pick up the pieces behind me.