Our Little Braves Fan

This video is of Alex trying to make a Raspberry. I had just changed his diaper and was making sounds at him. I realized he was trying to make the sounds back to me. I think he does it once. The rest of the time the noise is coming from the back of his throat. I thought it was very cute.

Crying and Crying and Crying Some More

I have an issue with my son. Our little angel(with devil horns). Just kidding. Last night, Alex woke us up 7 times by 6:00AM. I'm not sure what the problem was. I just know that by the time morning cam, I was completely worn out.

We've had a couple of rough days lately. Sunday, Alex and I went out to eat with my friend Kimberly. He was great in the noisy restaurant. He ate his food and let me eat mine. After Kimberly and I ate and caught up, Alex and I went to my parents house. He was good there too. Well, we left my parents at about 5:45 PM and got home after 6. Brian went out with a frind so it was just me and the little man. I gave Alex his bottle and played with him for a little while. Around 7, he started to get a little fussy. It gradually got worse. Around 8, I called my husband to see if he would come home and help me and I ended up telling him to stay out. I felt guilty for asking him to give up what little bit of free time he has. I gave Alex a bath after that. He was content to sit in the tub and play for a while. After I got him out and dressed him, it started all over again. Only this time, it was worse. He was screaming and crying and I couldn't do anything to soothe him. I changed his diaper, gave him his last bottle, gave him a little tylenol, tried to find something for him to play with. . . nothing worked. I called Brian again and told him that I needed him to come home. "Please come home. I can't do this by myself anymore tonight." I called my sister, Noel, and vented/cried/had a nervous breakdown while the baby lay in his crib screaming. After a few minutes, I went back in and picked up the hysterical infant and tried once again to soothe the sobbing little beast(he's really not a beast, it just seemed like it at the time). I walked and rocked him for about 30 minutes and he finally gave up the fight. Zonked out as soon as his Daddy walked in the door. It just figures. I needed help and as soon as help arrived, it was all over. I never could figure out what was wrong. I guess we'll never know. I have figured out that the world does not end when a baby won't stop crying. It just seems like it.

If anyone has any suggestions that I may not have tried, please feel free to give them.