I Conceded the Victory

Everything is harder to do with a baby. Last Sunday I was so determined that we were actually going to make it to church. As soon as Milo woke up I fed him and got him dressed. I even skipped his bath because I knew if I did that we would definitely not make it out the door. As soon as he was ready I went to get ready knowing that I only had about 20 minutes to get a shower and get dressed but I thought I could do it so I tried anyway. That's when Milo started crying to go down for his morning nap (the time between waking up and morning nap is incredibly short). I was really trying to power through but when it was 5 minutes until church started and he was screaming like a banshee and I still didn't have my makeup on I conceded the victory to the sleepy child and put him down for a nap (but not before I snapped some pics in his church clothes, that outfit was way too cute to waste). I wonder if we'll ever make it to church, or anywhere else we have to leave in the morning to get to, for that matter. He is definitely not a morning person. He gets that from me.

Here are the pics of him in his "teddy bear" outfit. You can tell he is none to pleases.