a perpetual scene found in my home...
michelle, running around like a mad woman.
me, cleaning or tidying the house.
wesley, crying and freaking out without a nipple in his mouth. (this could last anywhere from 1 to 20 minutes)
me, finally giving up and go to nurse AGAIN (i swear he's not really hungry most of the time! he just wants to nurse.)
wesley, beginning to nurse, eyes rolling into the back of his head, his arm and hand swinging up to smack me in the face. (as if to say to me "how dare you? what took you so long?")
michelle, cracking up at the fact that her baby brother is smacking me.
sigh.
