It's 10:55 pm and Liam won't sleep. Something about this past weekend (I'm stink-eyeing you, Gabe) has him all thrown off and sleeping has been a struggle between us this week. I've decided, for my sanity and his, to leave him alone and stop forcing it. We're both tired.
You know what the kid is doing? For lack of a better phrase, he's very busy farting his ass off. No wonder he can't sleep.
I smell a diaper change coming on.
Oh and today Liam is fourteen months old!