baby mo has not been sleeping his normally awesome way. last night was newborn bad -- up every few hours crying and would not sleep unless one of us held him.
so it's 3:00 in the diddlyfarking morning and dh was on duty, patting backs, bouncing and quietly pleading for sleep. then my darling husband, megamind, had an idea -- maybe he knows what is wrong! screw you, medical establishment -- mr. mo is on the case.
so this genius decides to WAKE ME UP and say, "can you feel his gums? do you think he's TEETHING?" i don't think he is, and even if baby mo is -- WHAT THE EFF AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT IT AT THREE AM?
so there. no more answering every question that comes out of everyone's mouth. that is stupid and a one way ticket to a stabbing.