Aedan is going to grow. It's a fact that I have to deal with. I was hoping (unrealistically) that he would stay little for forever! It's not happening which is a good thing medically speaking.
He's now rolling over onto his side. He hasn't quite figured out how to roll onto his stomach yet but I don't think he's interested in taking that step. He's pretty happy rolling onto one side and looking at himself in the mirror in his crib. This morning I noticed that he also likes to put his feet on his mirror which now needs to be cleaned of slobber soaked handprints and footprints.
Squeeling at the top of his lungs has become the norm. He tries to outdo each one by scrunching up his face and squinting his eyes as tight as possible to see how loud he can get. He makes us laugh every time he does it EXCEPT when all of a sudden the clock stikes 7:30 p.m. and the happy squeel becomes an ear piercing scream! We've started calling it the witching hour because in a matter of seconds he goes from sweet, calm Aedan to this irrational monster who acts like he hasn't been fed or slept for days. Forget about consolling him. He's only thinking about two things at this point: boob and bed!
Things are settling in at the Palmer house. I hesitate to say we're in a groove since we never know what tomorrow will bring. But I think in most cases we're pretty good at figuring out what he needs. Aedan might have a different opinion. I'm certain he'll have to go to therapy at some point in his life and will tell his psychologist that his parents completely ruined his life. Upon graduating from high school I'll be sure to give him a gift certificate for 3 free sessions with a therepist "on us."
Reading to my Animals
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