Wonder Week 5

I'm so glad someone reminded me of the book, The Wonder Weeks.  It claims that babies go through 10 "leaps", which is just a fancy way of calling them fussy phases.  Evidently, babies go through one at week 5.

Well, we're on week 5 and I can attest to that.  I'm literally going to drive my car off a cliff.

Are there also wonder weeks in the toddler years or is that just considered the terrible two's?  Because we're there too.

At the same time.

And it feels like one is feeding off of the other.

All day long I'm putting out fires with Sean.  I feel like I'm tiptoeing around so that I don't do or say something to cause him to throw a fit.  He keeps me on my toes since he likes to splash in the dog's bowl, bang his hot wheel cars on the end tables, run after Bailey and try to pinch her, and bother Evan if he's anywhere other than my arms.  By bother I mean that he'll try to stick his bunny crackers in his mouth or put hot wheel cars on his face.  I know he's trying to be nice and share with him, but seriously, not cool.

Additionally, I'm busy feeding Evan who still prefers to eat every two hours during the day.  Today it's been every hour and a half.  This "Wonder Week 5" has caused him to be extra crabby, extra clingy, and refusing to take naps anywhere other than my arms or his car seat after we've been out and about.

My body is sore.  My upper back and arms are aching from holding him constantly while trying to do something else with my other hand/arm.  I'm tired.  I thought he was supposed to start sleeping longer stretches??  Why am I still only going 3-3.5 hours between feedings at night?

Okay, my vent is over.  But, I'll leave you with this:

Today, around 11:45am, after Sean refused to eat his lunch, I decided to take him up for an early nap since he had woken up at 6:45am.  I was in the middle of nursing Evan, so I continued to nurse Evan with one arm, while holding Sean's hand to walk him up the stairs.  He started to drag his feet and wanted to be carried, so I literally had to drag him up the last few steps.  He then insisted that I read him one of his Halloween books we have checked out of the library while he got in bed.  So, I sat on the floor, nursed Evan with one arm, and read Sean a book that was sung to the theme of the 12 days of Christmas, but was about Halloween.

Here's a verse so that you can understand my insanity today:

"On the eleventh day of Halloween,
my dear friend gave to me,
eleven bats a-swooping,
ten goblins gobbling,
nine wizards whizzing,
eight brooms a-flying,
seven spiders creeping,
six owls-a-screeching,
five cooked worms,
four giggling ghosts,
three fat toads,
two hissing cats,
and a vulture in a dead tree."