Baby Dear is going through a trying phase. He's got a molar coming in, which means he thinks his head is imploding and he's letting us all know about it. None of my three girls ever acted this way when they teethed. Baby Dear's got that pesky Y chromosome, which means that every ailment is very serious.
Baby Dear won't nap unless I hold his feverish (not really) little head against my shoulder, rock him, and sing sweet lullabies. It's a good thing he's so cute and cuddly or I'd really resent having all my free time consumed with snuggling a toddler.
I have bunch of things I'd love to discuss with you all, including survival seeds, sugars for storage, and water filtration. Stay tuned because when I'm finally able to peel Baby Dear off me, I'm ready to roll out some posts.