I am home alone with the boys this morning. Everyone was getting antsy, so we decided to go for a walk to the park. The process of getting out the door took FOREVER by the time we put on socks and shoes, went potty, got on sunblock, etc etc etc. By this point, the baby was screaming because I had to put him down in his swing... I hoped that getting outside would calm him/get him to sleep.
We walked to the end of the street and I took one look at him. This poor, exhausted child.
It appears I've been successful at my September goal of getting him to nap in his crib, but it makes things difficult on the weekend.
It appears that I'm ungrateful for achieving my own goal! How ridiculous can I possibly be!?!