But just barely.
The new kid on the block? He.doesn’t.sleep.
And he hates the Moby wrap. Hippie fail.
John Paul: one million (number of dollars we’ve promised him if he’ll bust out a 3 hour stretch of zzz’s during the darkest part of the night.
Mom and Dad: zero (times he has taken us up on it)
All that and a trip to the ER for some lovely and non-dissolving stitches for one gravity-defiant older brother equal a week perhaps unparalleled in the history of parental misery.
And to think, I can’t even have any cheese (or any other dairy delight) with this whine…
Bright side? Exterior baby was largely unscathed, save for 4 little pieces of plastic holding his lip together…and I saw THIS guy at a stop light.