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Well, I was right. Not in that good "Yay, I was right!" kind of way either. Ok, so that's not entirely fair, one day does not make a trend, but today was difficult.
Mom took herself to work today, which meant no visit for lunch for Baby. Which is ok, because I wouldn't want to be in a car with someone screaming like that. He had what I can only figure was killer gas all day, which meant that he was awake and unhappy... all day. Baby really loves the cheap exercise ball we bought for Mom when she was preggers, as the bouncing usually calms him down. Today however, it didn't matter if I was bouncing him on the ball, walking around, letting him lie on his belly, or flying him around the room like a plane waiting to land at O'Hare, he wasn't going to be consoled by it. Of course, because of this, none of my other stay-at-home-ly duties managed to get done, as every time I put him down the neighbors thought that an air-raid siren had gone off and ran for their basement. It wasn't until about 2:00 this afternoon that he finally lost all momentum and crashed. Mom came home to a peaceful little angel and surely thinks that I'm crazy.
All in all, it wasn't that bad. I'm tired and sore from sitting on a ball all day, and there were a couple of times that I wanted to scream back at him (not that he'd have cared, or been able to hear me over his own din,) but it certainly was easier than getting teeth pulled. Hopefully the Little Man doesn't make this a trend though, or Mom may come home and we'll both be rolling on the floor crying.
Mom took herself to work today, which meant no visit for lunch for Baby. Which is ok, because I wouldn't want to be in a car with someone screaming like that. He had what I can only figure was killer gas all day, which meant that he was awake and unhappy... all day. Baby really loves the cheap exercise ball we bought for Mom when she was preggers, as the bouncing usually calms him down. Today however, it didn't matter if I was bouncing him on the ball, walking around, letting him lie on his belly, or flying him around the room like a plane waiting to land at O'Hare, he wasn't going to be consoled by it. Of course, because of this, none of my other stay-at-home-ly duties managed to get done, as every time I put him down the neighbors thought that an air-raid siren had gone off and ran for their basement. It wasn't until about 2:00 this afternoon that he finally lost all momentum and crashed. Mom came home to a peaceful little angel and surely thinks that I'm crazy.
All in all, it wasn't that bad. I'm tired and sore from sitting on a ball all day, and there were a couple of times that I wanted to scream back at him (not that he'd have cared, or been able to hear me over his own din,) but it certainly was easier than getting teeth pulled. Hopefully the Little Man doesn't make this a trend though, or Mom may come home and we'll both be rolling on the floor crying.
