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pic of the day: day 26
not always sunshine and roses.

john had a very bad morning this morning.

which means, mommy had a very bad morning this morning.

nothing was right. everything made a baby cry. even snuggling with mom didn't fix it. head-butting mom and possibly giving her a black eye - nope that didn't work either. trying to go to sleep didn't fix it. eating tasty avocados for breakfast didn't fix it. crawling around the house certainly didn't fix it. watching dad clean up the dropped jar of pickles with glass and pickle juice everywhere - no go. even *milk* didn't fix it. and you know that's a rough day.

maybe he's teething? maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed? maybe he's tired of his stuffy nose and runny eyes? maybe he had a bad dream? who knows. but it's bad news, let me tell you.

so here is a mama's prayer for this morning: dear lord, please take care of my wee one and let him be happy again. please don't let him be too much of a terror for the poor teachers at daycare. please let him eat and play and nap and bring my little smiling bug back. i know we all have bad days, lord, but mama prays the little bug's tears turn into giggles and belly laughs a.s.a.p.
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