Today has been one of those days when I understand what people mean when they say that they would go crazy if they had to stay home with their kids. Don't get me wrong, Bear is normally a pretty sweet kid and I usually love my job, but for some reason, for the past two days he has been in serious need of an exorcism. I swear, some kind of monster that doesn't like naps has taken over his little body. Oh yeah, this monster also wants to be held by me. A LOT. Honestly, when Max came home from work today, I handed him the boy just so I could go to the bathroom. I could hear the screams before one whole minute had passed. However, I had to go, so he just had to yell for a little bit. Max handled it well, I think...I had forewarned him. It's possible that Bear is teething (I've thought this before, though and no toofies yet.), because I've noticed he keeps moving his bottle to the side of his mouth and is not too fond of solid food right now. He also uses my shoulder as a teether, so it is soaking wet much of the time. Other than that, I have no explanation for his not-so-Barrett behavior. I really could not put him down for more than a few minutes yesterday or today (especially today). Every time I tried, his tension would build and his screams would fill the house. I gave up. I figured I could just hold him until he's over whatever this is or until my spine snaps in half, whichever comes first. I fed him and gave him a bath early tonight since he barely slept today and somehow, by the grace of God, he's asleep now. Hopefully it'll last a while, just so I can get a little time to myself. It's a really good thing he's so cute! Here's a picture to remind me that he's not always a monster. He actually looks pretty angelic here...except for that long line of drool going from his chin to the floor. I don't think angels usually drool, but who knows??