Lyla has colic. I was really hoping she wouldn’t. But she does. She cries. All day. And a lot at night. I’m exhausted. There’s not enough of me to go around. Luckily once in a while Lyla is okay with her big sister holding her just long enough for me to cook breakfast.
When you have a colicky newborn it’s hard to keep up with dishes and sometimes you use a small pot to scramble eggs rather than a pan.
Those are all the pictures I took on that torturous Monday.