Fussasaurus thwarted…
Yesterday was a fussy fussy day. I think it had to do with some really tasty soup I ate, I’ll be researching that later. However, the little bugger and I got through it with the help of some very sweet family.
Aunt Chelsea and Uncle Matt came by to relieve me while Sherman was at karate.
With only tolerance and sweetness they lulled him into a contented spot while I got a shower and some non-baby time. I’m impressed, I was on the edge of slipping my boob into some whiskey to get the fussy guy to calm down.
They act like bad-asses but they wouldn’t have let me.
Thanks guys! You rock!
And Matt, you sir are a natural…you can palm a baby!

