So last night was another fussy one for Eamon. This teething thing is doing a number on him.
Sharon put it succinctly at 1:15am (after multiple attempts trying to put him down) by stating: "This sucks."
Lol...it does. I can't wait until I have convenient amnesia in the future where I forget all about this phase of his life.
(he finally went down around 2:00am).
Now...he has a bit of a cold. I'm not expecting a quiet night tonight. (Reverse jinx?)