One of those days

Well, it's been one of those days. They say they will come but as a new mom you truly believe that you will be the first super mom to avoid them. This past week has been rough. Mike returned from a mission trip with incredible jet lag and Owen and I returned from a trip home to visit my family. To say that Owen is off his routine would be an understatement. The routine must have flown out the window of the 747 somewhere between here and Sea-Tac airport. I am beginning to believe that the perfect storm has occurred in little Owen's life and unfortunately he has an inexperienced captain in charge! :) Mike left, we left home, he hit a growth spurt, and could it be that teeth are coming in too? Lucky us! He won't nap, he isn't sleeping at night more than 3 hours at a time (I was getting at least 6), and is just generally unpredictable and cranky. He does still pull out that adorable smile for me as if to say, "Love you mom and this all will pass." We have tried to adjust his schedule, adding cereal feedings, and sooner naps with no luck.
Well, back to today. Today is Sunday. A day when Mike is home and able to help me out with him. Which honestly is almost worse than during the week when I am by myself. When Mike is around I tend to second guess myself which is such silliness! Well, last night I must have gotten woken up a few too many times and I know that I woke up too early (thank you Owen...who then put himself back to sleep!...but mama couldn't put herself back. :( ) Then the early morning nap started off well but ended way to early for all....then the later morning nap started off well yet again but then went to 'you know where in you know what' all while I was trying to sneak in a much needed nap. Mike happened to be out with the guys during this whole episode. He returned to find me crying on the couch with Owen screaming in his crib. It was one of those days.....

On a much lighter note! Owen is still adorable, still lovable, still kissable, still hugable, and most of all still mine. Love him to pieces and I know this too shall pass....all too soon I am sure. He is now rolling over and eating rice cereal and looking less and less like that 'little' bundle of joy we named Owen over 4 months ago. I wouldn't trade him for the world....however I would like to drop him off at Nana's for a little visit without mama...but that's a whole other story! :)