This kid kills me. One minute he is screaming me to within a caterpillar whisker of my breaking point. The next minute he's so frickin' cute I have to stop myself from squeezing the life juice out of him and making a smoothie with it. I am pretty sure it was gas, but he smiled at me about 7 times during this morning's formula-fest. Even if it was gas, having him smile while looking right at me with those big blue eyes might just make me forgive him for the screaming.
The version of Alex that we get in the evening is a total crap shoot. Last night we may have registered a high score in this game of baby raising we are playing. He was barely fussy at all and when he was it was only because he was hungry. Which was a nice change of pace from the night before when he was apparently screaming in an effort to catch the ear of the closest heavy metal rock band talent scout. But last night he sat awake in his Boppy pillow just taking it all in. Then he would eat, pee and fall asleep. The remarkable part of all this is the whole time, Travis was sawing into the subfloor under the kitchen cabinets with a power saw. And only taking breaks from that to use the shop vac to clean up the mess before we had to pick sawdust and wood shrapnel out of our underwear. Even stranger than a baby not minding that giant amount of noise...it seemed to soothe him to sleep. He would actually wake up just about every time the saw or shop vac would stop, and then immediately fall back asleep when one or the other was turned back on. I wonder if this is a testament to the amount of noise he had to put up with while he was cooking in my stomach. Me? Loud? Perhaps.
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