twenty eight weeks

Knox is crying quite loudly and angrily in his crib as I write. This week every single nap, with the exception of two, have gone like this. Screaming and refusing to sleep or settle unless held. Same as last week. My happy, content newborn has turned into quite the high maintenance, clingy infant. Lord, have mercy.

Poor thing is congested with a runny nose - just like his sister. Congested, teething, and overtired is a deadly combination. Don't try it at home, folks.

He's rolling more and more frequently which is quite exciting. He also loves loves loves watching Surrey dance and moves his body ferociously along with her. When this child can move on his own, we're in for it. I'll regret it then, but right now I'm looking forward to him fully sitting alone or moving or doing anything because right now I feel bad just shoving him in apparatus after apparatus or holding him constantly.

I'm off to go relieve him of his misery and put myself in my own misery - strapped to the sofa, productive level zero. Cry it out method does not work in this household. Shame.