Monday, Monday

Wow, last night was one of the first in a long time when we had to get up in the middle of the night to comfort John. He woke up at about 5:00 this morning and cried and cried. Finally mama and I went downstars and he was inconsolable, even when we picked him up and gave him a bottle. Usually he's pretty good about quieting down when he gets what he wants, so when he kept crying we figured that something was up. After a few minues he started to calm down a little bit, but he didn't want to be left alone at all. In fact, he wanted to be held by mama only! After about a half hour or so we decided that he either had bad gas or a sore tooth. He wouldn't let us touch his mouth, so we gave him some ibuprofen and cuddled him for a while. Finally we brought him upstairs with us and gave him a bottle. He drank it and went to sleep between mama and me. The cats woke us up at about 7:00 AM and mama took John down to his crib when she went down to feed the cats. John let mama sleep late, but papa was a tired puppy all day!