Our plan for Labor day was to go berry picking with friends. The plan changed when little crabby man woke up and wouldn’t allow us to set him down without crying. Our guess? Teething. So, some cartoon network for a distraction and an assortment of chilled teething toys became the new plan for the day. After a 5 hour nap (yup, five hours, I figured he needed it) we changed the diagnoses from teething to sick. Who knows. First kid, first teeth, first five hour nap. It’s a crazy new world.