This weekend was a rough one for our family. I truly think that Ollie is (finally!) teething. Because of that, he decided that he didn’t want to nap or sleep anywhere other than in someone’s arms. It made for a very long night on Saturday and a lot of holding/rocking/not getting stuff done-ing on Sunday. I know that I have been blaming every bad or fussy mood on teething since Ollie was about 3 months old, but I really think this is finally it. It has to be! I can’t wait to see a couple little chompers in there soon. Until then it will be a lot of patience and black coffee!