Bath, Bottle, Bed

   It is 9:05pm and the baby is fast asleep, its so unusal I feel extremly releaved and very wore out. It has been the longest night we have had in a long time. Little boy decieded to scream all the way through the making of dinner, Justin walked and even jogged back and forth through the house until Fisher finally nuzzled his face into daddys' chest, let out a sigh and closed his little blue eyes. Fifteen minutes later I hear the eardrum breaking scream that could only come from my little boy. Ugh... I love him!
  After two dirty diapers and a bottle of watered down apple juice it was time for a bath. Its really the only routine we have set in place. Fisher gets a bath and a bottle of rice and formula, burped then its off to bed. The whole process usually goes pretty well, he loves to play in the water and then snuggle with momma. Well.... tonight it was like tossing a angry cat into a pool of ice cold water. Haha i can't help but laugh at it now but while the eyeball popping  wails were in progress I wanted to cry. Dad took over for awhile because I just couldn't handle it. An hour or two later, he lays here warm and cozy sleeping like an angel.

Tomorrow is a new day lets see what that brings!