Rainy day, inside and out

Days with no naps suck. Poor little guy has fought me, and won, since waking up this morning and is too tired to see straight. He is spitting up more and a different consistency. Could that be it? Calling ped tomorrow if this continues. He still sneaks in a smile periodically so I know he wants to be his perfect self, just fighting a force greater than him right now.

Next up, crisis in the house. Ben's play gym sun (the toy that lights up when he kicks the side brackets - as seen in recent video) is dead. Dead. Changed batteries (twice). It now sings this horrible, muffled, Satanic verses type of noise that is surely damaging his ears and brain.

WTF?!?!

Mr Sun is the first toy he loves and interacts with. How could this happen?? It's from DISNEY?! Hubby and I are working two computers to try to find a replacement; and discussing hitting Costco tonight to buy a whole new play gym just to get a new one.

He dances to the music. We can't live without it.

Yes, this is our life now. And I'm proud to say, I'm just fine with it (except for the part where Mr. Sun is dead of course).