A Few Rough Days

Carter has been a handful the last few days. He's just been extra fussy. And if there is a few moments without fuss, he's trying to pull up on something or climb on something he isn't supposed to be and he's falling and then screaming because he has hurt or scared himself. (I'm usually right there to catch him, but he has to learn that he can't just let go of things and expect to not fall so I selectively let him figure it out when I know he's not going to really get hurt.)

He's been getting up extra early the last few days so I think he's just tired. And then since I'm tired as well from him getting up earlier, I don't have as much patience as I usually do.

Or maybe those top teeth that are still trying to break through are bothering him. I'm not really sure. I keep thinking they are going to finally pop down, but they seem to have stalled out.

So I was at my limit tonight and decided we HAD to go out for dinner. Luckily Carter is still usually good when we go out to eat (as long as we don't take too long). We can put down the Kiddopotamus mat Sarah gave us and throw down some Cheerios and Carter is fine while we eat. He usually stares at and flirts with everyone around us so there is plenty to entertain him.