six weeks

The fabric this week is fitting. It's an all out war around here as we battle Knox's tendency to scream the entire day. Well, not the entire day, just every single time we try to put him down to sleep. It is absolutely maddening. Just so far today he has cried for like six hours. It's only 2pm and I'm being gracious. I'm going to start telling myself it's a growth spurt, which will buy me hope for a couple days. My college roommate who just had her third boy says it could just be a boy thing, as all her boys craved the hold. In case that's the truth, I sent out a cry for help for a Moby wrap and fortunately that same day a friend delivered hers to my door step. Knox loves the Ergo chest carrier, but I wanted something a little less buckle-y for wearing around the house to get chores done or play with Surrey. Now, if I can just figure out how to get the dang thing on and sturdy enough to hold my child. That same college roommate literally Facetimed with me this morning with her THREE boys in the background and gave me a tutorial on how to use the Moby. Wonder Woman. Cheers to another week down!

Also, he's symbolically punching us as his pose of the week. Rough.