Who could it be…Satan?

For the past week, Mr. Cranky Pants has taken over our lives.  We’re beginning to think that we received the greatest gift from God…a fussy baby.  Who could it be?  Hmmm.  He’s got 10 fingers and 10 toes and is 100 percent healthy, but did he have to get the disposition of a 13-year old goth chick?  Don’t get me wrong – I love him to death…but, just once, could he be content for a few hours during the day?  I would not characterize my son as a happy child.  Oh sure, he’s happy when he’s nursing or when he’s sleeping, but when he opens those gorgeous baby blues of his, all hell breaks loose.  If he wasn’t so damn cute, we’d have killed him a week ago.  This too shall pass, I say to myself.  He does seem to calm down watching the Angels…especially when they have a lead.  Last night was not a good night.  He’s a little cuddler.  He likes to be held tight against my chest for a while and then bounced for a while and then walked for a while.  Most babies seem to do well in the car and Ryan is no exception…while the car is moving.  Once the car stops, he screams like we’re poking his eyes out with a sharp object.  This happens at every stop light, stop sign, and SIG alert on the freeway.  Good times, I tell ya.  Good times.  Eventually, he tires himself out and he’s a perfect little sleeper.  It’s just those awake moments.  My parents are coming out tomorrow to see him for the first time.  I suspect he’ll be the perfect speciman of a baby for the next few days out of some sort of sick baby spite…OK, so he probably isn’t that sophisticated yet, but still…One day, (maybe tomorrow?), we’ll look back on all this and think this was the most wonderful experience ever…Really, it will be. 

Since you asked, Diana is doing well after the surgery.  Still pretty sore and wishes she felt “normal” again.  The doctor says it’ll heal in time.  We can’t imagine going through this type of thing voluntarily.   Lucky for us, Diana is off until January.  She’ll have plenty of “normal” time with the baby.  Just in time to deal with our bathroom remodeling…can we all say “good times?”