Jackson's morning, starting at 5 am (this was at 7- nothing made him happy)
Whoever said don't cry over spilled milk- never had to pump. Jackson kicked his 10 oz bottle out of my hand in the 2 feet from the fridge to his back- awesome.
It ended pretty well, we went to take a kid to dinner. He was beyond perfectly behaved. He came home, skipped his bath and went straight to sleep. I <3 Motrin.