We are caught in the midst of a triangle of teething, separation anxiety, and physical/developmental milestones/sleep regression. Fun stuff. Makes for some fabulous times, let me tell you.
And just when I was starting to plan on when a #2 should come, I have a night like last night and SERIOUSLY question that decision.
Of course this is also occurring when we are trying to get settled from our trip last week, I am doing an online course, and just in time for company to arrive on Tuesday. Needless to say that blogging is my lowest priority. A bunch of other shit swirling around in the background (like really annoying Muzak) to really confound the issue helps add to the fun.
Ah, and the good times keep on rolling...
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