Here’s my attached baby. My non-napping, red-cheeked, fussy, drooly, teething, but still full of smiles attachment. It’s a symbiotic relationship. Sure, he’s rather parasitic, but one smile from him makes everything seem alright.
It’s just one of those sling days where it is pretty much impossible to feel a sense of accomplishment about anything. I suppose that if everyone is fed I should consider the day a success. It doesn’t help that the whole lot of them are grumpy.