He was up at 3:00, screaming. I got him at 4:45. He didn't want to eat, he wasn't wet, he just wanted to hug. And while I appreciated the sentiment, I'd prefer this outpouring of love at, say, 8:00 a.m.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I dressed him like a fancy lad.
I think I'm losing it. Just a bit.