Last night was awful, Asa spent 1-3:30am consistently screaming his face off for no real reason. I really think he has colic, he’s never happy aside from brief moments after he’s fed where he’ll engage. Other than that he’s constantly fussing and crying. I know he’s also going through his first leap though so I am sympathetic. It’s just that I’m having a hard time keeping up with his appetite, and have been considering formula. He’s growing SO FAST, holy crap, he was in a 3-6 mo onesie yesterday. He’s such a tank. I’m proud of doing that single handedly but considering he never lets me put him down….my back hurts.
It’s the oldest one I’m having trouble with, mostly. A concerned note from school yesterday confirmed what I already knew, Isaac is having a rough time with all these transitions. He’s completely defiant, smug, uncooperative, rude, and way too hands-on with Silas and his classmates, apparently. I’m at a loss with him right now. It’s also now April vacation so HAHAHAH kill me.
So this morning hasn’t been great either. I know if I could manage to get a shower today my attitude would improve, so that’s my only goal for the day. Wish me luck.