Fussy gus and small moments that make up for it

Oh my! This has been a long weekend in some ways. We had a lot planned. We had a visit from Alissa and Nathan planned followed by a birthday party for Liz's kids, and an overnight visit from Grandma and Grandpa so that we could go to lunch today for Clay and my dad's birthdays. Well, Kenley wanted nothing to do with anything this weekend (does that even make sense?)

Friday after work she was fine. We even went for a walk on the Constitution Trail in the lovely weather, but bedtime started a very long weekend. She went to bed reasonably well but woke up every 45 minutes for the first 3 or 4 hours crying. She would quickly fall back asleep and finally after 10 she was out for good and slept until the morning. However, Saturday morning she was up early and then the fuss began. Now it wasn't super fussy by other standards but for our little one who is usually full of sunshine and smiles it was definitely different and a little agitating. Alissa and Nathan came and we had a great visit (thanks for stopping by guys!!!) but Kenley didn't want to be held or to play nicely. Then the birthday party I felt like I was always in the other room with a crying baby and we did end up leaving early. I had wanted to stay longer since it feels like I didn't even get to visit with any of the adults. Oh well, maybe next time. Saturday night at home was much of the same and she stayed up a bit later. She slept all night again (thank goodness) but was in rare form again today. She didn't even like her cuddles from Grandma or the trip out to lunch. She wasn't too impressed with church this week either so I had to stand most of the sermon in the back of the church (needless to say my back hurts) Then although this afternoon has passed quickly there have been moments that felt like the day was dragging and someone was on mommy's last nerve since I had no idea what she wanted/needed. I have tried feeding her more, rocking her more, getting her to take one of her famous 30 minute naps,  playing, and changing endless diapers. Now, Clay is walking around with her in the Baby Bjorn to keep her occupied.(Pic below since it looks so cute)  Hopefully she will go to bed and feel better in the morning.

However, through all of this there are small rewards or moments that help make up for it. Last night after a long long LONG day she decided to be smiley with me right before bed. (Please disregard the bra strung out across the bed.)

and today I got some really good laughs


So all in all, Clay and I can survive the fussy but it makes for a longer weekend. Hopefully next weekend we will all feel a bit better (since I have been hit by the allergy fairy this weekend and it feels like my head may implode...maybe that is what is wrong with Kenley too..who knows?)