I put this adorable new outfit on Ellie, took her on a walk, and thought we were off to a great start. By the end of the day I was calling BJ to save me. She hadn't napped all day, nor had she the day before, and I was exhausted. I wanted a break. When BJ got home from work he found me sprawled face-down at the end of our bed, and Ellie screaming her lungs out in her crib. (That gurgly, mad cry she does just makes me furious sometimes.) He swept her up, and drove her to McDonald's to get an ice cream cone. I fell asleep at home, and she fell asleep on the way there. BJ wasnt about to let her sleep on their date though, so he got her out of her carseat bought her a cone and said she looked drunk eating her ice cream because she was so tired. She fell asleep on the way home, but when BJ got her out of her carseat to put her in bed her diaper was messy. We had run out of diapers and when he came to ask me where they all were and Ellie saw me she unraveled. Her bedtime couldn't come soon enough.
It's funny now looking back at these pictures that are so adorable. Hopefully in a few years I won't remember what a horrible day this actually turned out to be.