The fussy butt machine

Connor is sick and since has forgotten that he just lays in his crib and goes to sleep on his own now. Instead, tonight he opted for the 3 hour scream-a-thon, just a brief sample of the glorious life we will be living once he hits his terrible twos. Now we didn't leave him in his crib for three hours crying... we left him for FIVE minutes. Five minutes was enough to get the fussy butt machine reved into high gear and then it was off and on crying for the next three hours. Towards the end, he was actually asleep and still unmercifully sobbing.

And with no segue we move to:

Jorma bought chocolate milk for The Dewchild.com Chocolate Milk Taste Test. (Way to take one for the team, babe!) Promiseland and Hershey's. The Hershey's is expired however. Luckily, we were able to dig the receipt out from under the babyfood jars and dirty diapers in the trash so that we can return it. So tomorrow, I will load my child into the car go to Harris Teeter and return my milk. And I will not be happy about it. But I'm going to practice my new customer service method which is being nice, THE WHOLE TIME. I'll let y'all know how it goes.