Luca and I ran some errands today and on our last stop at babies r us when I was putting him back in his car seat in the cart he moved his head forward and hit it on the metal seat! It was super sad. And now he's got his first of many I'm sure, little forehead bump. Oh the life of a boy.
It was grandma Rosie's birthday today so we went out to celebrate. Those people are destined to make me fat.
We ate at Olive Garden and then had cake back at home.
Luca is demonstrating his skill at holding on as tightly as he can to something in that picture. Well done baby. Well done.
And then of course we all just sat around and stared at him. Cuz he's our favorite entertainment. He sneezes and we all clap. But seriously.
I'm a goooood mom.
Really.
He was so weird tonight. He cried and fought sleep for a good solid hour and a half tonight. I tried everything. Feeding him, rocking him, swaddling him, unswaddling him, holding him, putting him down, patting his bum, not touching him--he wanted nothing that I did. It was driving me crazy. So I went to put him in his crib so I could breathe for a second, and he cried for like 30 seconds longer and then crashed right out.
What the heck. Babies need a better form of communication. Like a manual with a timeline or something. This day he wants to fall asleep on his own--let him. This day his last baby tooth will come in, painfully--prepare yourself. How helpful would that be? Like Sara said--even if we had to birth that too--I think most people would be happy to do it.
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