Crabby to Exhaustion

I wasn't here for most of this story, so I'm relying on Jonathan's account. I was on my way out to the fabric store, Monday, to get more lace for Elena's new pj's (pics to come) and had planned on taking both kids with me. Joseph, however, was crabbier than I have seen him in who knows how long. He wanted to be no further than 18" from me at any given moment, but refused to allow me to put clothes on him. All he really wanted was to be picked up, but I'm not allowed to do that anymore, and he would scream if I sat down for him to sit on my lap. In utter frustration I left him at home with Daddy because there was no way I was taking that out in public. Joseph then proceeded to scream at the door (trying to pry it open, as well) for nearly half an hour after I left, ignoring Daddy and all Daddy's invitations to join him on the couch and explanations that Mommy wasn't right outside anymore. He finally sat down on the floor and yelled at Daddy any time Daddy called to him. Daddy quickly gave it up as a lost cause and went about his business until the sobbing was replaced by the sound of fingers being sucked. The finger sucking was soon replaced, in turn, by silence. Looking over to check in on him, this is what Daddy found.


Daddy scooped him up and popped him into bed and Joseph never even stirred. A very good thing I didn't try taking him with me, indeed.