Teething baby

Well, Kiley is teething to beat the band. I wish those bad ol' teethers would come through, all ready. She is so stinkin' fussy. She's normally a very happy baby, too.

I had to work last night. John puts the kids to bed at night. I guess it was a BAD night. Kiley made herself gag and threw up all of the avocados she had eaten for dinner earlier (reminds me that I need to post pics of her first meal.) I guess she did this twice. John ran out of crib sheets because I forgot to put the clean ones away. Go figure! I can't believe that he couldn't find them on my bedroom floor. The nerve he has.

Anyway, when I came home at midnight, John was pretty frazzled. He said it was a bad night. Jack informed me this morning exactly how bad it was. Here is our conversation:

Me: "How was your day yesterday?"
Jack: "Daddy yelled at Kiley, mommy!"
Me: "He did? What did he say?"
Jack: "He was mad."
Me: "Why?"
Jack: "Because."

Well, he was fine ratting out his father. LOL! He was never able to tell me exactly why John was mad. He told me later that JD pooped all over the floor. That's enough to make me yell at just about anyone.

My husband is a wonderful father. I'm pretty sure that he was not yelling at my 6 month old daughter. He was probably yelling at the situation. He tells me that while he was trying to clean Kiley up, Jack came in to the room. Jack knocked a bunch of stuff on to the floor. This caused John to step on the stuff and break our baby wipes box. Then he stepped on to a Kleenex box and crushed it. This is all happening while Jack is racing his car around Kiley's small room and Kiley is crying because her teeth are ripping their way through her small lil' gums. My assumption is that John just yelled out of pure frustration. Just the thought of being in that situation makes me want to yell. LOL!