|Dalton drove us home.|
Short of actually seeing my mom, we did have the best Mother's Day weekend because my first little love came to visit - my nephew!
|Showing Dalton Mr. Bear. If you know Harrison, you know this is a BIG DEAL.|
|There was supposed to be a giraffe in this picture.|
|Like literally every other food he's tried, he liked it.|
|Again, liked it.|
Now he's experiencing a less exciting first. First ear infection. Does it count as first and second if it's in both ears?
He fell asleep on the way home last night. That hasn't happened since winter.
|His thighs barely fit in the car seat.|
|Open mouth - that's when you know they are out.|
In the morning, Eric got him up while I went for a run. He said Dalton was totally out of it, and even when he put him in the exersaucer (his favorite thing ever) he just laid his head down. I was getting really nervous because he had 101.9 fever, and was so lethargic. Every other time he's been sick, he's still been his normal energetic, happy self. He barely nursed again and had a dry diaper for three straight hours, unheard of.
And here's where I'm going to complain. It sucks having a sick baby, and it really sucks to have to worry about making tough choices on top of that. First of all, who's calling in to work? I could either call in, and feel guilty about missing work yet AGAIN, or go in, and feel guilty about not being there to comfort my sick baby. I went with option A. Employee of the year. I raced to work as soon as we could get in the building to get what I needed to make sub plans. Dalton passed out again while I was gone, which is seriously just not like him at all.
|It is like his father, however.|
That was extremely whiny. To cheer up, watch John Oliver discuss how America screws over working mothers in a much funnier way.
I did achieve a major life accomplishment.
What's your biggest source of guilt right now? I laid it on thick to the grandparents above, in hopes I'll get what I want.