His mama is on the verge of loosing her mind. (not really) I decided early on this morning that I was going to have to go with the flow because my gut told me it was going to be one of THOSE days. He refused his early morning nap--not normal.
The only way I could get him to take any sort of nap this morning was to put him in his bouncy seat. Again--not normal.
One minute he wanted to be held.
The next minute he wanted to kick on the floor but not too far from mom though--if I moved my foot he would cry.
I finally ate breakfast at 2 this afternoon. Oh yes, I was starving.
But I survived the roughest day in the history of Andrew Young.
Thank you Lord for the fact that after close to 5 months I am even able to say that. I realized I am blessed beyond measure.
Here is a sweet video of the boy laying on the floor in my office.
