is just about to wear me out.  good grief. 

ever since he learned to do this…

and this…

it’s been ridiculous around here.  we have to keep all the chairs pushed away from the table.  i’m constantly running to get him down before he falls. 

and he’s currently crying it out in the night.  for good this time.  the other night after i had brought him to my bed in the middle of the night i awoke to him crying.  and not in the same room as me.  i was instantly awake and scared to death.  there he was in his favorite place on the top of the kitchen table, stuck and scared.  so to his own bed he goes.  at least until he figures out how to climb out of there. 

and he’s a waterbug.  flips and flops around in the pools like it’s nothin’.  and now he tries constantly to climb into the bigger pool. 

wearin’ me out.

and in addition, at his one year well-child visit we confirmed what i already suspected: his 10th percentile weight had dropped.  to the 3rd percentile.  argh.  but he’s already a small boy.  and then add early walker which equals an early runner/climber.  and 3 siblings that he must keep up with, and many people at meal times to entertain instead of actually eating, well, whatcha gonna do?  he hates pediasure.  hates carnation instant breakfast.  hates milk of any kind, other than mine.  so i just rearranged when i nurse him and when i give him “real” food.  which led to a quick (and rather unexpected) drop in demand.  but supply was in abundance.  therefore, i had to deal with mastitis.  again.  first for this child, just not the first time for me.  can you say “flu”?  ugh.  but the z-pac is the hook-up and we’re all feeling much better.  still nursing.  just pain-free now.

that boy is makin’ me tired, i’m tellin’ ya.  good thing he’s so darn sweet.  not to mention kinda cute.