bad day.

Henry has a cold.  He couldn't sleep last night so I spent much of it with him in the rocking chair.  As long as he was sitting somewhat upright he could breathe so we rocked and rocked and rocked.  I was freezing because everytime I tried to put a blanket over my shoulders or my legs, not anywhere near Henry, he got mad and pushed it off.  Seriously.  I would think he was finally asleep so I'd very stealthily pull the blanket back up and he'd very stealthily push it off.  He was in his sleep sack so he was nice and cozy and like I said, my blanket wasn't even touching him so it wasn't like he was too warm with it. 

We've pretty much ditched the morning nap but at 9:30 a.m. he practically climbed up on his dresser to grab his pacifier and he now knows that he only gets his pacifier at nap time and bed time.  I told him he could have it and he would have to take a nap and he didn't shake his head "no" (he doesn't say yes but if he doesn't want something he will shake his head no so I usually ask him questions and if I don't get a head shake, I assume it's a yes) so I got his blankie and laid him down and haven't heard from him since.

He was supposed to go out with his Gpa today.  They've been trying to go out and do guy stuff at least once a week.  I don't think he's going to get to go today unless he feels better.  I hope he feels better by tonight because I am exhausted. 

Ah sweet, sweet parenthood.  I love every minute of it.  Well, maybe not the snotty minutes.  It's still an honor and a privilege to be the one he runs to when he needs cuddles and being the one to make him feel better.