Gassy
Yesterday the baby was downright demonic -- not in anything she was doing out of her own volition, but her temperament from gas. Ouch. Picture me, screaming at the top of my lungs, with face all red. For a couple hours. (It's curious that she looks like Mari when she's thinking but like me when she's angry as "all get out".)
After disciplined plying of Mylicon, she's a new baby today -- sitting next to me on the couch, trying to make sense of the computer monitor -- she loves screens wherever she sees them. And she's been giggling and smiling, and she took about 2 ounces of her bottle earlier. Good girl.
I remain amazed that we have humans on this planet. Surely it's because mothers have a lot more patience than fathers.
After disciplined plying of Mylicon, she's a new baby today -- sitting next to me on the couch, trying to make sense of the computer monitor -- she loves screens wherever she sees them. And she's been giggling and smiling, and she took about 2 ounces of her bottle earlier. Good girl.
I remain amazed that we have humans on this planet. Surely it's because mothers have a lot more patience than fathers.