Very tired and frustrated today after Will spent the entire day whinging no matter what I did. For some reason he seems to have gone off his milk too, so it’s now a battle to try to get enough calcium into him. Food has also become something of an issue, and both lunch and supper were greeted with utter contempt and rasberried back at a (very exasperated) me.
Brief respite came at lunchtime when Will slept like an angel, giving me time to manically mush before cramming in a sneaky half an hour’s nap. We also went to the gym this afternoon for the first time in ages, and I felt so much better for it. Until that was, I went to pick Will up only to be greeted by more crying at the very sight of me, while all the girls looked on pityingly. G.R.E.A.T.
The final half hour before bath was spent juggling Will from one playmat/bouncer/seat to another in an attempt to keep boredom at bay.
On a more positive note, I did manage to persuade Will to drink 5ozs before bed before rebellion set in.
Sigh.
Is it bedtime yet?
William's First Year 