Headed home from grandma's after a short visit and this little man starts fussing. Try to feed him, try to hold him, try to let him be on his own to no avail, still fussy. So up the stairs we went and after simply laying down and fussing for just a minute, Matteo found the edge on his beefy (what we call blankets) and he was out. I'm not sure what this means for my night's rest, but I'm pretty sure we won't be taking brother to scouts. A forced quiet night at home, might be just what we all need.
