Lindsay just left the house for an hour. Griffin was napping and Gavin was sitting in his rocker.
10 minutes later Gavin was screaming.
I changed his diaper… still screaming.
I tried to feed him… still screaming.
I tried praying… still screaming.
I tried to sit him up on the couch and do a funny dance for him… still screaming.
I tried singing to him while walking with him in his favorite blanket… screamfest.
Right about that time Griffin woke up. Screaming.
I walked upstairs with screaming Gavin to get screaming Griffin.
At one point I may or may not have looked up at the heavens (or my ceiling) and screamed “COME ON MAN!”.
Sorry about that, God.
Lindsay came home after 49 minutes of screaming. I timed it.
The MOMENT I hand Gavin to her… silence.
Right as I’m nodding my head in disbelief at her baby-calming skills, I look down and see this.
Griffin on his hands and knees kissing her feet over and over.
Apparently Gavin wasn’t the only one happy that mom came home.
Your day will come Ryan.
Keep that picture for when he’s a teenager!! lol
Dan, I went through the same things with Griffin, and now I’m his favorite… I think.
Mom, you’re totally right, this one will have payoffs down the road 🙂