Because You had a Bad Day

I have had my fair share of bad days in the past. The days where no matter what you do, it turns out bad. But when a bad day happens to a 13 month old, your bad days pale in comparison. You feel so bad for them and they just don’t understand why this is happening. The other day, Noah had one “those” days. It started with him getting so excited he ran straight into the crown molding on a door and got at huge egg and bruise on his head. It just went downhill from there. He stubbed his toe and made it bleed, his molars are coming through which not only created pain in his mouth and ears, it gave him a little fever and diarrhea, and he missed his nap. All of this, plus his acid reflux was back.

Well, needless to say, it was an early night (for all of our sanities). The next morning, our little boy was back and his normal happy self. It was one of those days where you really appreciate every other day. I am sure any mother would agree; I will take a bad day any time over Noah having another one.