October 15, 2006
Cranky McFussypants
Colic. ..that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as fussy. Call it what you will, but gassiness causes screams, and screams make mom sad. And frustrated. And unnerved. And at times willing to hand Alyssa to the next person who walks by. Of course, it's not her fault. She doesn't enjoy holding her body rigid, screaming like we're cutting off her toes while the gas wells up inside her. Thank God for simethicone - when it works. Alyssa is such a good baby, otherwise. We have five minutes of cheerfulness a day, maybe. (I'm sure I'm exaggerating.) She's healthy and gorgeous. S. and I have a challenge going on. We're going to try to write every day until we leave for Punta Cana. Back to the Dominican for our cheap selves - it's the last in a series of free all-inclusive trips. We leave November 3rd. (I think I've already won the challenge, because it doesn't look like S. is doing anything remotely resembling typing.) Lately life has been work, clean, feed Alyssa, change Alyssa, schlep the babies to and from daycare, schlep Justin to and from school, repeat, repeat, repeat. There are interesting side notes and such on occasion, but generally speaking the last 10 weeks have blurred together. Tiptoeing through colic, draggy,mich Posted by Michelle at October 15, 2006 10:36 PM
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