Yesterday was "one of those days" and if you've ever had an eight month old, you know exactly what I mean. We had a
playdate at a new zoo that Everett screamed through and getting him to nap was so difficult, I myself passed out in the middle of the day. I'm kicking myself though because the warning signs were right there in his crib yesterday morning. While I was in the shower, I put some books and toys in his crib to occupy him. When I was done, I went in to check on him and that's when I saw the carnage. Everett destroyed his pop-up Wiggles book. Their heads and arms had been ripped off and shredded. Body parts were everywhere and to date, one Wiggle is unaccounted for. I should have known the day would be a challenge....