Today was one of those days. He cried all night long, or at least whenever he wasn't busy nursing. This morning, he started his day via the standard baby to toddler initiation of rolling off the bed. The rest of the day, he cried if I so much as adjusted his weight and he felt as though I might be preparing to put him down. How anything at all got accomplished today is a testament to the hour-long nap he graced us with.
I'm not sure if I created this crybaby, or if I'm merely coping with the situation. May tomorrow be a better day. Or at least a quieter one.