Please come home, Dad!

After carefully planning to take my shower after Danny was asleep in bed, we had quite a shower saga last night.  8:30pm, I've got conditioner in my hair and I hear screaming/crying.  Not the normal fuss/kicking legs...but the very, very rare screaming/crying.  Outside of getting shots, he's maybe cried like that once or twice before.  So, you can imagine how that played out.  It involved a soaking, dripping wet Mama trying to calm Daniel while the shower was still running in the bathroom.

Well it turns out that was just the beginning of quite a night...We were up at 12, 2, 3, 4, 5:30, and 6:15.  Most times to nurse, but sometimes just to cough and fuss a bit.  I don't know if he's coming down with a cold or if he's just discovered that coughing is another noise he can make.  Between blowing raspberries, playing with his feet (two toys that he always has with him!!), missing Dad, and now the coughing, there's no need to sleep!

Here we are this morning...not looking sleepy at all...

Here's hoping he gets a little nap in before we have to leave for a 3 hour musical rehearsal on this Labor Day.