Fussler Alert. Stage 8.

For 2 days in a row Isla has been incredibly fussy. Like hardcore. Like, I may lose my mind and weep in the fetal position for hours if she doesn't stop crying, fussy. It's been bad. At her checkup last week her doctor said her throat was a little red. So maybe she is sick? Maybe she is teething? Maybe she is feeling some effects from the vaccines? No clue. She is just unhappy 80% of the day. Today on the way to our play date she screamed the whole way there, and the whole way home. She cried at the park on and off and she just wasn't her normal happy self. Yesterday wasn't any better. She hasn't been eating much and she's been sleeping a ton...over 12 1/2 hours last night, plus 2 naps today! She's obviously not feeling great and very out of sorts. Conveniently, Andy is in sunny Florida on business, so I've got the Fussler all to myself. Thank goodness I've got Yo Gabba Gabba, Chuck E. Cheese, and the spray ground to help keep me sane these next few days. I guess I shouldn't complain. Even with all of her screaming and crying, I still got lots of sweet baby kisses tonight before bed. Those always help to make things better.