This is my pride and joy. The reason I wake up in the mornings and the reason I work 24 hours a day to be with him and to cater for his every whim.
But there comes a time when all that I can take is just too little. He is teething again and I am afraid, not in a peaceful manner either.
This picture was take n when he was just three (3) months old and he was an angel then. But now that he is almost 2 (in September), I am now of the belief that the Devil has somehow passed his hand over my angelic child.
I know all the books say that all you can do is to just hold them and soothe them and so on. But be practical here for a moment.
He cries to the point where I get migraines...Dang!
And I still love him. How does that work?
He is a darling though. He will come to me out of the blue and say "Mommie, Lub You!" then lay a wet one on me and then its right back to square one. But I wouldn't change the way he is for the world. He is my angel, my miracle. MY GOD SENT!!!
