I remember a time not so long ago when I wondered aloud to a friend about the day when I would finally become annoyed with my adorable baby boy. We totally lucked out with Max. He wasn't a fussy baby, very rarely cried and even when he did it was short, not too loud and easily silenced with food or sleep. Well, ladies and gentlemen, after two weeks of our household being sick with what I now think has been the flu, mommy is annoyed! Lack of sleep, Max's constant whining and refusal to eat anything besides frozen yogurt, a headache and a middle of the night fight with my husband over why Max wasn't sleeping (half-asleep zombie fighting is pretty funny after the fact) and I am full-fledged annoyed. Then morning comes and I feel like a monster. How could I get annoyed with someone who has feet like this?
So cute! Sorry sweet baby that you heard the frustration in my shushing that became more of a hiss than a comforting shhh. And then the morning whining begins again...this monster mommy is going to take a nap while the adorable little whiner is napping!