No Angel

Miles may be good, but he's not perfect. While Mandy was out with friends tonight, he pulled a Sage and refused to take a bottle while screaming bloody murder straight into my ear. By now, I know better than to fight it. I stuck his butt into the swing, put the other two to bed (quickly), and then put him on his tummy on a blanket. While he's out like a light now, he's still involuntarily whimpering in his sleep because he was crying so hard. Mandy's gonna be so pleased when she gets home! :)