This man has a mean army crawl and he ends the day with a filthy shirt. He crawls to the same two bookcases and pulls everything off of them. Every. Single. Day.
I think he purposely drops food from his high chair so he can retrieve it later on.
He has been Mr. Grumps lately and I’m hoping it ends soon. He had a bad night sleeping a couple nights back, and it’s been all downhill from there. I keep thinking a new day will bring new rest, but he’s proving otherwise. He’s clingy and whiney and he’s been throwing a little funny fit where he rolls over really fast and throws his head on the ground. How in the world do they learn the art of fits at such a young age??
He’s a mama’s boy. He’s the first of our three children to be attached to me over Steve, I’m not sure that’s a good thing!