Last night was a total bust for the crib. I was deliriously tired on top of it all so I didn't stick with it long. I tried a crib nap this morning and he wasn't having that either. Nap was as usual this afternoon, but he woke up a little grumpy. I recorded Carson a new YGG we hadn't seen so I turned that on. It snapped Max right out of his funk. He sat just long enough to squeal and clap, then noticed me and went for the attack.
"GIVE ME THAT THING!" (Like Carson's nice hole in his pants? I don't fight it anymore. He's just going to tear one in another pair so he can wear them like that if he really wants.)
I walked past Lily and thought she looked pretty cute. She's now pushing 17 years old and still kicking. And still meowing. All. The. Time.
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