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Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity

DISCLAIMER: This is yesterday's post. I meet an old friend at the zoo yesterday and we hung out for a while, so I didn't have time to get this finished up. :)

OK, maybe not so fresh and fruity, but definitely tooty. Looks like coffee and chocolate are out for a while. We had a really rough evening. And by we, I actually, surprisingly, mean mostly 2.0. My husband and I were largely unscathed by his crying and fussing. Of course we picked him up and tried to make him feel better. And of course we felt bad for him. But it was nothing like back in the days with the Gremlin. We were at our wits end whenever she cried. I guess A) we know how to handle it a little better now; and B) he is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much quieter than his sister EVER was.

I had some coffee earlier in the day, and that seemed to cause some issues (nothing too terrible). But man, the dark chocolate I had in the evening hated little dude. He screamed on and off from 7:30-11:00. We gave him gas drops twice and had lots of issues. Thankfully, he settled down around 11 and then had a normal night.

What was truly amazing was that his sister never once woke up the entire time. She slept until about 8 this morning. Here we always thought she was a light sleeper and we had to tiptoe around upstairs while she was asleep.

Below are 2.0's two outfits for the day. I love the plaid one (thanks Aunt Abby), but I think our not so little man won't fit in to it again. :(

 

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  1. AbbyMarch 30, 2012 at 5:26 AM

    It still looks loose on him! I love that outfit too. We've got a whole box of clothes waiting for him!

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    1. sarrahjaneApril 3, 2012 at 7:20 AM

      It's the snaps. He is so long things are snug down there. But I am definitely going to put him in it again, don't you worry. :)

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