Dean woke up at 6:30 this morning. Not bad.
He's been whining and crying ever since.
He wouldn't eat his oatmeal (which he usually loves).
He wouldn't eat the banana he kept asking for (only took a bite).
I'm guessing it's probably the bottom molars that are close to coming through, but I couldn't handle it anymore!
I would have taken him jogging (my usual fall back for whiny mornings), but it's quite windy out and the yahoo weather says it's 41*. Not freezing, but pretty cold for a baby without a stroller cover. I need to make me one of those...
I usually let Matt sleep in as long as he wants on Saturdays, but I was so tired of listening to this whiny baby I plopped Dean on the bed (where Matt laid with his head covered by my pillow) and said, "Your turn!" and left to go read blogs and hear only the distant screams of my child.
I guess that just means there's a whole lot of room for improvement for today. Right?