It's official... Asher, Sayer and I, are all on our THIRD really bad cold in ONE month. Aaagh! It is so frustrating and annoying and stupid and annoying... Not to mention that Asher is a complete devil child when he is sick. Every little thing sets him off... he asks if we can go to the toys, I say yes, and he flips his little lid. Apparently he is trying to see how many times a day he can push my patience to the absolute max... or in other words, when I reach the point where I want to throw my child across the room. Sorry, is that awful to say?? Oh well, I am not going to take it back, because it's the truth. So far, we are at about twice a day, sometimes three. Lovely, no? So, I just throw him in his crib, instead of across the room (no, I don't really THROW him), and I just have to leave and sit on the couch and listen to him scream himself hoarse for about 20 minutes. That's after he has already been screaming and dramatically throwing himself on the floor, for about 10 or 15 minutes. I find that I can ignore that part pretty well, it's when I try to talk to and reason with him, and when he starts hitting and pushing me, that's when he goes to the crib. He actually climbed/fell out of the crib yesterday, but thankfully he hasn't done it again. Hopefully he will remember that it was a painful experience. So anyway, that is my life right now. Nate and I are going on a cruise with his family in a couple weeks (without our children), and I CANNOT WAIT!! I have needed this break since Sayer was about 2 weeks old. It's not too far away to start counting down the days is it? I know it sounds horrible, but what can I say?!
This picture is really for me, so that I can remember how cute and sweet he really is
Poor Sayer always seem to get the worst cold of us all. Here's to healthier days ahead!
P.S. The baby carrots I have been munching on while writing this taste like dirt. I just thought you would like to know that.