Lincoln's tears found him this morning. Damn you, cruel world! Damn you!
Coincidentally (?), he's a few days into flat out BARKING at me. Squealing like a pig all up in my grill many, many times a day.
Told my husband, Lincoln's daddy, the main-man running things, the guy who rocked baby loco to sleep in 10 minutes flat last night, that I remember this time with the other babies; this time that we, the booby-liscious-mommies can at equal intervals, calm our babes with our milk & drive them to the brink of INSANITY with it.
This all means, of course, that he is getting way too big. Too big, too big, too big. Like I said: DAMN YOU!