November 14, 2015

November 14, 2015: I’m miserable. I’m teething and I have a cold. I’m not sleeping and I’m not eating. My eyes are puffy and my hair is out of control. I look like mommy when she gets me out of the crib in the morning. Daddy and I had a few good moments while mommy was at her cousin Michael’s wedding, but all in all the day was a bust. This better be more than one tooth coming through.