Holding a baby who’s simultaneously clingy and fidgety feels a lot like wrestling with a ten kilo tiger cub. We’ve been up every hour through the night and then wide awake since 5:15.
Oskar must be teething. Or gaining another skill. Or going through a growth spurt. Or something. Or nothing.
It’s a phase. It’s a phase. It’s just a phase.
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…writing down random stuff my kids say.