Why God Makes Them Cute...

For those of you who know me well, you know that my hair appointments are sacred to me. I consider it a spa day - a time to catch up with my good friend Meghan - and I always leave feeling amazing. I REALLY needed my hair done today - I'm carrying around 20+ baby lbs., I am not getting much sleep and I feel like a walking boob...I REALLY needed my hair done. So I decided to take my angel baby with me while Uncle Mark watched Ben. My angel baby who NEVER cries in public and usually sleeps for hours on end. Not this time...almost as soon as we walked in, Meghan told her that she just wanted to "eat her nose" and Lauren LOST IT and never regained composure. I tried everything - nursing her - changing her diaper. I was shocked because I expected this from Ben as a baby (no offense Ben), but not from my little angel. Eventually I had to leave and reschedule. I was so so so disappointed...

Turns out it was just gas - she took a 3.5 hour nap and woke up as happy as can be. How can you stay mad at a face like this???