I guess these things must come in cycles? I was so UP earlier this week, but we must be in a down one today. Weather dashed our plans to walk around the lake this morning and Edie has just been grumped up these last few days off and on. Very unpredictable. Half the day she'll be an angel and then some magical time that's different every day will hit and watch out. The only thing we can find that stops the chaos is carrying her waist height, facing out so that she's in a sitting position with her legs dangling and her back pressed up against your chest. We have to walk around with her like this and she just stares and stares, but the second we stop walking or try to change positions? Oh the crying. And the back arching. And the yelling.
I'm currently sitting at the computer taking a mental health break with the head phones on as loud as they come, listening to old skool emo songs by the Indigo Girls so that I can't hear what's going on in the nursery with Jeff and Edie. I'm pretty sure it involves radio static, but that's all I can handle knowing at this moment. Oh, and the lovely stretches of 7 hour sleeps we were getting for a while there? Out the window. We are back to 3-5 hour sleeps and the cut back is cutting into my ability to laugh it off when she's wailing.
Maurice has the right idea: