I put her down for a nap at the normal time...cue screaming. I try to read her a story, begin hysterics. I lay her on the changing table thinking that a rancid diaper might be the offender...nope, no poop, and now more crying. She usually loves diaper changing time. My last ditch effort: a massage with her favorite baby oil. Instead of giggling and cooing, she's wailing. She won't eat enough for the Nanny, either. Uggh. More on that later in the week.
Sweet sweet baby, what is going on?
Is it teething pain?
Do you miss Mommy now that I've been back at work full time?
Are you staging an infantile revolt of some sort?
|You're taunting me Carina, aren't you?|
|Just because I feel a little less stabby when I see this smile|