We had Ryan’s 1-year photo shoot on Sunday. It was a beautiful day in a beautiful location… and he was pissed.
He didn’t want to eat breakfast before we left, he didn’t want to wear those godforsaken shoes when we got there, and he absolutely did not under any circumstances want to sit by himself or be forced to stand on his own two feet. I think we got one picture of him smiling, and that’s only because I resorted to the “I’m pretending to sneak up on you, isn’t that funny??” trick.
He cried on the drive home, which is unusual for the kid who typically very much enjoys a good car ride. And he spent a good part of the rest of the day fighting a nap and/or yelling.
By about 4 p.m., we’d had just about enough, and we were all “Dude, WHAT is your problem??“
At that point, Mike laid Ryan down on his lap, glanced at him and said, “Oh. He’s got two new teeth coming in.”
Well then. That explains it.