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2012.05.06 @ 23:32:58 Back for a while

Life has been a little crazy lately, like a work trip to Frankfurt with 3 days notice. As a side note, I did have an opportunity to turn down the trip, but it fit in our family schedule without too much disruption. And then we just got back from our trip to Austin (and Waco). I say "just", but that was last weekend -- we just today finished unpacking... that is, the bags are empty and there's a giant pile of laundry on the bed to put away. At least Adam's clothes are put away.

Suffice to say, I have a good back log of photos and videos at this point, including Adam's latest Barry photo. However I've been very tired despite going to bed earlier, and life just seems harder than normal for particularly good reason. I will say that I'd much prefer an 11 hour flight to Frankfurt by myself than a 3 hour flight with a super squirmy child. On our flight home we sat in front of a family with 5 kids including a boy just a bit younger than Adam. And yet, it seemed their trip was no more difficult than ours. At least their girls were happy to help entertain Adam for part of the flight.

Today was not a good day... and perhaps we finally figured out that Adam is teething again which likely is contributing to it... but multiple meltdowns and lots of ignoring commands has the parents very tired. The worst meltdown of the day was triggered when we told him he couldn't play with the mirror hanging on our bathroom door. It's one of those tall skinny mirrors with hooks that hang on top of the door... nice because it's long enough Adam can look at himself in it, which is fine. But it's also long enough he can pull it out away from the door and let it fall back against the door -- not so fine. This was what he was doing today, and a stern "no" set him off into an out-of-control emotional tornado which took out both parents and finally landed him in his crib to cry it out -- something we try to avoid so that the crib stays a "happy place" for sleeping.

This is not a plea for advice (and in fact, I'd prefer if you wouldn't give advice on this topic).