I love my baby. I really do, but let me tell you, incessant crying for hours and hours on end makes even the most calm and seasoned parent want to run for the hills. I'm finding myself slipping back into the rut I was in when I was pregnant with Liam. I think it was borderline depression. I had postpartum depression with Spencer. Never sought help, it went away on it's own. Not after me contemplating running away (seriously) quite a few times. Anyway, this colic business is really really getting to me. Hours and hours and hours of screaming. I mean SCREAMING. Nothing soothes, nothing calms. Nothing except mommy's arms (sometimes). I don't know if it's because I smell like his food. Thank you breastfeeding....I'm now little more than a dairy cow to my newborn son. Anyway I made Dan wear one of my big pajama t-shirts when I went to work last Friday night trying to make his evening with the lovely Nolan go a little smoother. I guess it helped...until he puked all over it. Nolan-not Dan! I wish Dan would give the Mama kangaroo wrap a go. I think he'd find Nolan was a lot more calm if he were in it. One, he's snuggled super close. Two, it smells like me because I always have it on. But, Dan figures he needs boobs for it to work. No clue where the logic in that is as it's tied around your waist, but whatever, if he wants to deal with a screaming baby while I'm at work, fine. I don't have to hear it.
We finally got our 'nice' Christmas tree up and decorated. We put up the kids tree in the basement a few weeks ago and let them go at it with the decorations. It looked really cute until the next morning when Spencer and Liam went down and undecorated it. Now all the decorations are sitting in a basket out of little fingers reach.
My darling little Liam this morning. Man oh man this kid is awesome. When I was getting the kids dressed this morning Spencer chose some Diego unders. Liam has a new obsession with Diego so he kept grabbing Spencer's bum trying to get at Diego. Thank goodness Spencer has more than one pair of these particular unders because I grabbed the other pair out of his dresser and handed them to Liam so he could have his own Diego. Well no, this was not good enough. The little monkey had to have them on. So, I put them on over his sweatpants thinking when I changed his diaper I could just slip them off and all would be forgotten. Nope. They had to go back on. We had to go to Walmart this morning for a few things. Okay...try to take the unders off before we head out the door. Absolutely not. So, with my hair wet, a dirty jacket, screaming baby, very talkative 3 year old and a 1.5 year old wearing neon green underwear ON TOP of his pants, we piled in the van and went to walmart. What a sight we must have been!!
Spencer has been practising a lot of words lately. He cracks me up sometimes. Yesterday he was declaring that Liam's new train was "Fricken beautiful". Guess i need to be slightly more careful with my language!! The kid has been known to drop a few f-bombs in his day. Again, need to be a little more careful with my adjectives!
Anyway, off to bed. Gotta get up early and drive my babe into the city for his abdominal ultrasound. Just to make sure all his little guts are working the way they should be. I'm sure they are!!
Night
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