Alright little mister. I give up, you win. There will be no more hoping that you are going to get happier. I seem to be setting myself up for disappointment. We seem to have moved from colicky straight into teething anger.
You’re certainly getting bigger. You wear size four diapers now, size 6 at night. You are in 18 month jammies, but not for much longer!
You are a drooling, teething, monster. It is amazing how much you drool. You chew anything you can get your hands on, including your sucky which you have figured out how to make a funny squeaky noise with.
Mary and Luke are still some of your favourite people. Mary just loves talking to you and dancing for you. It’s a toss up between her and Daddy for your favourite person.
You refuse to nurse to sleep. The only way we can get you to sleep is by wrapping you up, giving you your sucky, and rocking you. Often we need to give you a little gripe water to get you to calm down enough to suck. You like to reach your hand up and put it inside mommy’s shirt as well. Skin contact seems to calm you a little.
You are starting to sit by yourself a little bit and you are *dying* to crawl. You roll onto your belly every single time I put you on the floor and in the last couple weeks you have started getting your legs up under you and pushing yourself forwards a little bit.
Even though you are a cranky thing you hace one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen. Everywhere we go people comment on your smile, your whole face just lights up. Of course it doesn’t really help anyone believe that you’re cranky. 😉