Honest Mom Moment
Ok. Crying. It's hard.
I don't mind poopy diapers, nighttime feedings, or even getting puked on, but I hate the crying. It breaks my heart. Perhaps this is a symptom of my control freak nature--I mainly get upset because I often haveno idea what to do to make himi happy, epsecially after he's been fed and changed.
Still--he smiles and my whole world lights up.

Tomorrow I tackle 53 flights of stairs. Sweat drenched pictures to follow.