He managed to sleep all night again but has woken up with one itchy arm. I'm stuck on the couch patting and reassuring him.
He's in tears and grumpy, rightly so!
He managed twenty minutes of wet wraps before I gave into his crying.
Unfortunately Andrew is away for the day in Queenstown doing a race so I'm going to have to juggle the itch and the boys on my own. The boys and I are heading over this afternoon - perfect time for Harry to shred his arm to bits!
Hopefully I can distract Harry soon with toys and our day gets better.