We had a late night last night. The Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert was wonderful. If you've ever had any desire to see them, go! Go now! You won't be sorry. Well, at least not sorry about seeing them, but you might be a teensy bit sorry about staying out so late when you have to get up early the next morning.
Zachariah was a bit of a problem to put to bed for my parents last night. We drove late to pick him up there after the concert then drove our hour and half home. It was a late night. Then he got up at his normal time. He was a little testy most of the morning. At one point after I'd put Patrick down for a nap, Zachariah laid on the couch. (He was mad I wouldn't help him with something he was capable of doing himself, so he was pouting.) Next thing I know, he's sound asleep all curled up over there. So funny. Thank goodness he was good the rest of the day.
Patrick (my nephew, who I am babysitting for four days a week) was a little out of sorts today. His mommy had said he was like that all weekend too. I think he's teething. It looks like he has the bottom ones maybe coming close. But his nap schedule was way off. He wanted to eat, then he didn't want to eat. On and on it went all day. He was manageable, but I did not get anything else done around the house while he was here. I'm thankful that he'll only be here in the morning tomorrow, because he has his 6 month check-up in the afternoon. Also...I can't believe he's already 6 months old. They grow so quickly from the beginning. It will never cease to amaze me.
What a Monday! I'm glad it's almost over. And I'm happy that we had a nice weekend to balance it a bit.