First off...thanks, Zoot, for commenting! You are one of my favorite bloggers and I felt a little like I got an autograph from a rock star. Thank-you, too, Rach. You always rock.
On to my day from hell...
Kevin, the cute little whippersnapper that he is, was in a foul, foul mood today. Foul, I tell ya. Linda Blair comes to mind. He woke up smiling, as usual, and that lasted for 1 1/2 hours. After that, well, let's just say that the whiningandcryingnevermotherfuckingstopped. He flatly refused to take his first nap, which is normally about 2 hours after he gets up. It's not because he wasn't tired. Oh no. That would've been fine and I wouldn't have been ready to rundownthestreetnakedandscreaming. We tried everything I could think of to please him...
We tried holding him:
The other swing:
The basket of toys:
And the rest....:
I wanted to try these...:
...But Roni wouldn't let me.
Even the dogs are exhausted!
He finally, finally, finally took a nap at 12:30PM. 'Cause y'all? If I would've had to run down the street naked and screaming? That. That would've really given my neighbors something to talk about.
Now? Now he's woken up again. Say a prayer for me, will ya?