Today Noah pretty much decided he does not like anyone or anything. He did his best impersonation of a psychotic, pubescent teenage girl with raging hormone issues.
He acted like a fool all day. A really crabby fool. He could not be reasoned with.
It is now 6:34 and we have officially turned the parenting over to Hope. She seems happy with her assignment to be Noah's mom. I hope she puts him to bed soon!
What does this have to do with Haiti?
It happened in Haiti, didn't it?
Tomorrow has GOT to be better. The kid is lucky we love him so much. ;)
