As some of you may have heard, it’s finally gotten cold down here in Mississippi.  Up until yesterday, we were in the middle of a 2-week rainstorm.  It’s finally dried out, but has yet to top 55F, making it quite chilly and ruining my nice low Gas bills.

To make matters worse, Ethan has entered the Fear of Pooping stage of babyhood.  For the unindoctrinated amongst you, the FoP stage is when the bowels move into a regular 24-hours cycle (1 bowel movement a day), and the 6 or 8 hours leading up to the "grand event" are filled with grunting and screaming as they ponder what in the heck is going on.  Thankfully, Ethan’s have been in the 8-10pm range, meaning we all got a decent night’s sleep afterwards.  No longer, as he’s now moved into the 10am bracket, meaning we get to spent almost all night listening to him grunt and trying to keep him from screaming.

Last night I finally reached my breaking point.  In the hours prior to the "grand event", he’s simply inconsolable.  I’ve tried holding him, talking to him, walking with him, petting him, playing with him, everything.  Just when you think it can’t get any louder, he cranks it up another notch.  What is the solution to this malady?  Mommy.  Laura comes in and picks him up, and within 30 seconds he’s sound asleep again.  It’s as if I offend him in some way and he simply wants to be rid of me.  Of course, that’s not the truth but it sure seems like it, and it makes things hard to deal with.

A few nights like this and you start to see how someone could go too far and do something they’ld regret.  Thankfully, Laura seems to be able to calm him in the evenings.  Unfortunately, that leaves Laura with little to no sleep.  So what’s the Solution to that?  Grandma.
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