Today was the first day we had to get our dinner "to go" because Ian was fussy. I don't blame him. He fell asleep nursing in the parking lot, slept the whole way home and out to the restaurant, and wasn't interested in dinner. We drove him home and he went straight to bed.
We just finished his bedtime nursing session and he's squawking in his sleep. Poor guy is just worn out. Here's hoping a good night's sleep helps us both rally.