Well, I’m pretty sure that Mason is deep in the throws of his four month growth spurt.
Screaming like he’s being eaten by moutain lions? Check.
Wanting to consume ridiculous amounts of milk? Check.
Refusing to sleep all day and all evening? Check.
Hating most everything he normally loves? Check.
Wanting to do nothing but be held? Check.
Tuesday night was a bad bad bad night. Last night, P was home (the only night all week) and that made it a tiny bit better, but not much.
I hate when he’s like this. I hate that he cries and cries like the world is ending and there is nothing I can do for him but wait it out. I hate that he looks so tired yet refuses to sleep. I hate that he sucks on his pacifier like the world is depending on it and then spits it out and cries some more. I hate that I can’t even go to the bathroom without him nearly gagging from crying so hard in my absence.
I’m hoping that the end is near and my happy little boy will be back really soon.