In need of a break. . .

Having a sick baby who is getting 4 (or 5) teeth at once is never fun. Especially not when your husband is in Afghanistan. The past few days have been a haze of diapers, sleepless nights, and relentless screaming. I don't mean the normal "baby cry" I mean the full out, blood boiling, spine shivering screaming. Not what anyone wants to wake up to in the middle of the night!

Just when I'm feeling that I can't take it anymore, I see a sweet foto op like this:

Poor little man! Hang in there!