Cullen took off all of his clothes and pooped in the crib again today. This is getting old pretty fast. Never again will I send him to bed with just top and bottoms. He needs a onesie so he can't get to his diaper.
Now he is in bed crying hysterically because his favorite blanket is in the wash.
The insides of my eyelids feel like someone jammed grass in my eyes, and I can't seem to keep them open.