We all had a really rough night last night. Our little Quint was as hungry as 3 bears last night after having slept through 2 feedings at daycare during the day. He nursed at 5:30, ate 3 tablespoons of rice cereal at 6pm, nursed at 8:30, 9:30, 11:30, 4:30, and 7am. And he would not take a bottle from his daddy! And then he got me dirty, and then threw up. After I finally got him completely cleaned up at 5am, then he was the picture of cuteness and sweetness. You better be, buddy, after all that.
So, since I have nearly nothing positive to say about motherhood this morning, here are some adorable baby pictures from last night around 7:30 - before the main festivities of the night.
Cute little drooly boy!
Posing for the camera.
The new game is "what was that baby thinking?" Channeling Winston Churchill...
Last night I found some lost pictures from November. So here are a few from when Quint was 2 months old and had cradle cap that apparently needed cleaning.
Mom? MOM? What is GOING ON HERE?!
Oh, it can't be that bad.
Is this part of my regular bath regimen?
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