Grant had his allergy meds Wednesday night right before his bath. Then after the bath I wrapped him tight in his shark towel so he couldn't move his arms and we went at him with the eye drops. He hadn't had a great evening anyway but that sent him over the top. And he was so tired from his evening hissy fits that he fell sleep on the changing table before I could unwrap him and get a diaper on him.
|Sleepy shark burrito|
Having had our wrestling match over the eye drops and cancelling the bedtime story due to sleepiness, I got Grant into his PJ's and set off for the kitchen to get a bottle ready. He wasn't happy about being left behind but I knew he'd be ok for a few minutes. He didn't cry long so I figured he'd occupied himself by wrestling his blanket or gnawing on the side of the crib (which apparently makes a wonderful teether - yuck). I was wrong. No bottle needed...or even wanted.