Mr. Grumpy Gills

Crying, flailing, and wailing is what I woke up to this morning.  Ryder did not feel very good, I'm thinking an upset tummy and a little gas.  This is how he was last night too around 9:00.  He was screaming unless I was outside walking him around.  So, even though it was getting dark, Jonathan and I took him on a long walk in the front pack.  He snoozed, we talked, and even when I took him out of the front pack to put him in his crib he stayed sleeping.  Whoever invented the front pack should get a Nobel Peace Prize, because they bring peace.