Well sir, midnight was not the happiest time for you, and you needed to be swaddled. You and I both get pretty pouty when you have to be swaddled, but I'm not sure why, because you really love it...it calms you down instantly. Your little pouty lip comes out though and you resign yourself to comfort. It's almost like you're sad that your message of extreme distress moments before wasn't actually as serious as you thought...for the record, it's ok for you to experience things more intensely than they end up being. Retrospect is always a bit more rational than the moment...
We woke up to a calm and happily aware and stretchy boy...which was super good, because we had a BIG day! It was HOT out! You spent the majority of the day in the Moby, sleepin' and snugglin' and eating... Kenadi LOVED you, and every chance she could she would rub your feet or your head.
At the end of our long day, you and Brennan and I read Curious George, and then went to bed. Good day...
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