Someone is teething, fussy and just generally hates life (and his mother) right now.
What is a girl to do?!
I did what any sane person would do. I played the last card in my deck and loaded up this baby in the jogging stroller, walked on ice in the sleeting rain the 50 yards to great grandma Curry's house and gave him to her.
Now as I sit in the den with my feet propped up, magazine on my lap and typing on the phone in my hand I can hear the two of them in the other room reading books together and playing patty cake.
Life is good...
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Just like mama said... If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.