Day three of every single solitary thing we have to do with him turning into a screaming, slobbering, twisting, thrashing wrestling match. Getting up, going to sleep, changing a diaper, putting on clothes, taking off clothes, getting in the car, getting out of the car. He's big enough now that it takes two of us to dress him if he gets in one of his states.
Here's hoping the novelty and stimulus of this afternoon's wedding outing will redirect his energy from being a lunatic to something more enjoyable for everybody else.
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