Very lucky that I didn't try out that whole "Baby Moses" law and drop her off at the nearest hospital or fire station this weekend.
And I am not kidding.
This weekend we drove out to west Texas to surprise Adam's step dad for his 60th birthday. All 5 kids, their significant others, and the 4 grand kids. Super fun, and Pa was very excited and surprised.
But I should of known Miss Tess was going to be a stinker from the get go. The little darling didn't sleep then entire 4 HOUR DRIVE. Instead she fought it the whole way, having mini tantrums at random moments. I really could of used a shot of tequila by the time we got to Sweetwater.
So we get to Iddy and Pa's I am assuming that she is plum worn out and will go straight to sleep and (fingers crossed) sleep in. Ummmmm no, didn't happen. She did not fall asleep until 3 am. This is not an exaggeration, and I totally wish it was.
Then Saturday we had family pictures taken. This was not her shining moment either. Precious angel from heaven refused to smile, refused to be held, and at one point threw herself on the floor and started kicking. Lucky for me, the photographer did get some of these pictures on film and I will be making a purchase. Like a 19x24 purchase of my princess acting like a royal stinker (and I really want to use a different word than "stinker" but am trying to work on my language.)
To make a long story short, the rest of the weekend didn't go much better. My little snuggle bunny didn't sleep well, wanted me to hold her the entire time and didn't sleep a wink on the 4 hour drive home. Thank the sweet baby Jesus for the soothing "Love" station on my XM radio. If it wasn't for the sweet songs of James Taylor, Air Supply, and a little Expose I would of opened that car door and tucked and rolled right out of that speeding car. Never to be seen again.
I put the dreamy baby to bed at 6:30 last night and she slept until 8 this morning.
This little freak is totally my favorite kid right now: