Napping was a battle. Meals were a battle. And bedtime was an experience, to say the least. The day consisted of a lot of crying, foot pounding, flailing, and throwing himself on the floor in a fit of frustration. So there were some laughs today, but mostly a lot of tears. For both of us.
Headed out on an evening stroll. The only peaceful and happy moment of the day (other than when he finally gave in to a nap).