It’s never a great moment emotionally when I go to grab a container of rice milk out of the pantry and realize the Costco-sized box is empty. A day without rice milk directly translates to a day spent listening to Payson cry nonstop.
Don’t judge me wrong, I rarely [these days] spend money on fun stuff but I’m recovering and have four kids and… well, I mentioned the boredom, right? I’ll add the cost to the health and medical section of our budget 😉
Sweet girl spends a lot of her time next to me in this little nook of our couch. She gets really excited when I walk around the house and yard with her these days. I can tell she is really missing babywearing and energetic mommy.
Payson’s mood the last few days has been really good. I call him my normal two year old to anyone who asks about him. He still has whiny times and tantrums and wants his way all of the time but he’s not crying ALL day anymore! It was literally 90% of the day crying or screaming or whining! Now he’s mellowed out some. The only times he throws fits are when he wants food he can’t have or when I turn off the TV after he watches Team Umizoomi.