Bub spent 5.5 hours of the total night in the basket. Still has a strong preference for sleeping held upright in my arms.
He spat up all over our bed, himself, and me at 7am.
Mr Daddy came in from the kitchen to help but in his sleep deprived state, turned the little dude’s porridge up to full heat on the stove instead of turning it off. House smells awful. Pot looks like it will take hours to clean.
Also I can’t find my credit card. The little dude was playing with my wallet yesterday so it could be anywhere.