Ryan hasn't been sleeping well lately. As in, he just won't fall asleep at night. I end up nursing him in bed and eventually drifting off sometime before midnight. But throughout the night I am awake, nursing him on and off, trying not to roll over and crush him. As a result, I've been waking up feeling like a 90-year old woman who just ran a marathon.
The one exciting outing I was looking forward to this week (lunch with some friends) was cancelled.
I went to Target this morning to get 2 things I needed. Unfortunately this particular Target has new space-age plastic carts that don't allow me to put Ryan's carseat on top. So I put him in his stroller and stuffed all my purchases down below. I walked out of there $75 poorer, having spent the money on about 15 things I "needed".
Ryan is having a bad day as well. He was enjoying some tummy time this afternoon a little too soon after eating. He spit up and then rubbed his face in it. So I did what any self-respecting mother would do.
I grabbed my camera and took a picture. This pretty much sums up our day so far.