Wednesday, July 20, 2011


I am at the very very very end of my wits.
Max has been getting fussier and fussier.
I took him to the doctor and she said he looks fine.
No teeth coming in.
No infections.
No hernias.
But this is what I have from the moment he wakes up until the moment he goes down.

Unless I am holding him and doing something interesting enough to distract him, he is crying. Our house is like a clip from The Godfather (which I can't stand to watch because there is a screaming baby in nearly every scene).

I don't know what to do except join him.


  1. Wow, Heather, I don't what to say except...I feel your pain. Or remember feeling your pain. Or whatever. I'm glad we're at the 15 month stage and not the 6 month stage ourselves. Maybe he'll feel happier and more fulfilled when he's able to crawl around and amuse himself better on his own? I have known babies who were miserable, miserable, miserable until the point at which they could do things on their own...and then cheered right up. I hope that's soon for you guys!

  2. oh my, that is really tough. Poor little guy. But he has such cute hair and such a cute cry face. It must be a good sign that you can take photos and try to have a sense of humor (is that what it is?). Do you have a good baby carrier? Maybe he needs to snuggle. Or a swing? Or a jolly jumper?