I knew this was going to happen; it seems inevitable in
Things were going well a certain way and then BOOM, they're not all of a sudden. (Technically, I'd say "slightly less well." As that sounds incredibly intelligent.)
I think we've just hit a certain bump in the road called monotony and a tiny sleep regression and I fell off my A-game.
What I think I need: a double stroller.
What I probably need: just a nap and some perspective.
Maybe all 3 will be coming in short order.
For now, we still heart naptime over here, and I covet stomachache-free days (yolks, okay; egg whites, not okay). Till next time, enjoy...