After an hour and a half of wrestling Kbug, I put him in his crib… crying 😦 This breaks my heart, but I have other responsibilities to attend to. I love him so much, and I would hold him forever if I could, but I promised Iz that we could paint tonight because her sister is spending the night out… and we are having special mommy-daughter time and it is already past bedtime. I just returned to his silent room. The first time, I realized the door needs some WD40… The second time, I rested my hand on his back and he looked up at me, so I couldn’t resist. I picked him up, sang him his song, and put him back down even though he wasn’t sleeping. He was silent for a moment… then cried for a couple of minutes… then silence… So we broke out the paints to help calm this weary heart?