Seriously, I had to call his name about five times to get him to even acknowledge my presence. He wouldn't even blink. He was just staring all glassy-eyed into the TV.
And then he finally looked at me.
(Please notice the bib. Who knew a teething baby would drool so much? We have to keep the bib on him or otherwise he'll slobber through not only his shirt, but also his absorbent bandaging. Not good.)
He did sleep for over two hours this afternoon though. I guess that's what no naps, a bath, a dressing change, a puke fest, another partial bath, and another partial dressing change will do to you. Poor thing.
... like I feel.
So I'm going to bed now. I feel like I could sleep for 48 hours.