Tsunami at Baby Cabo

Last week as we were staring at sleeping Finn in the wee hours of the morning as he grunted like a little piggy, M. and I decided it was time to send him packing to Baby Cabo. He could have grunting contests with all the other babies there and have all the tequila flavored breast milk he could drink. We needed a break from Sir Grunts-a-Lot. No one tells you how noisey a sleeping baby can be.

The last couple days our poor boy has been having little baby nightmares. He'll be sleeping soundly then all the sudden let out this horrid cry. But he's still asleep. Just dreaming.

We think perhaps he's dreaming of a tsunami at Baby Cabo. Or of being left alone in his car seat. Or something else equally horrible, like not getting the boob IMMEDIATELY.

It's absolutely heartbreaking. My poor little boy. He's going to have plenty of time in his life to be upset and scared. I hate thinking that it's happening sooner than necessary.