Otis has a tooth. It's sharp. Another one is on its way in, so he has been a basket case lately. Nothing seems to work except nursing 24/7 and sleeping thisclose to me all night long. Which means I am awoken by many little fists and feet thrusting their way into my face all night long. Tired mama. TIRED. But to wake up to this is almost worth it.
Yesterday we went over to H&M to check out their kid's section. I have gotten hand me downs from there that I really liked, but I have to say, I was not impressed. They had some sweaters that were okay but nothing too great. And the girl section sucked big time--tons of Hello Kitty and Minnie Mouse, not my cup o' tea...But they did have this hat for Otis. He is such a little Irishman!