Crab legs

Today I decided Jack was crabby.

He woke up from a short nap, which was too late in the morning anyway, and was just a grump.

He cried because I had to change him. He whined through his cup of milk. He had a full-out meltdown when it was gone and cried hysterically for 20 minutes afterward.

There's no teeth coming in. He's not sick. He was probably tired, but he had just slept for 40 minutes. Basically, he was a joy to be around.

I held him in my lap, played some of his favorite music, held him so he could look out the window and rocked him to no avail. He would try to squirm off my lap and then when I put him down, he would scream and reach his arms up so I would pick him up.

After throwing up my hands, his father walked in the door.

Oh the heavens parted, a rainbow shot out of his mouth and I think he filled his diaper with solid gold nuggets. He was all smiles and giggles, sitting with Daddy and looking at me like, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I do so enjoy Josh being on vacation.