Daddy or Nicholas's Day?

Ah, yet another parental "Holiday"that didn't go quite as planned due to cranky pants. It's most likely that darn tooth, but we avoided the oatmeal just in case. I hate not being able to help, and it sucks seeing him go from smiling, happy drooly baby one minute to screaming bloody murder movie drama king the next. Thank God for the swing.

Hey, if it helps you sleep, go right ahead at this point!