Colic sucks.

Baby T has colic...is colicky...suffers from colic...whatever. Any parent that has had a child go through this knows what I'm talking about. Thankfully, Baby T. has a mild case of it but that doesn't mean much at midnight, when he is screaming louder than David Lee Roth in his prime.

He doesn't cry that much and his schedule is changing a bit but usually around 11 pm, he starts fussing. It soon progresses to full fledged screeching that could be mistaken for Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston singing...well, ok, it isn't that bad.

Baby T. loves to be held and that usually will quiet him, especially if it is his Mom or me. Jen is much better at getting him soothed when he has his bouts of colic induced crying but I have a secret weapon. Baby T. doesn't care for pacifiers (or pies, as B called them); he'll take one and just as quickly spit it out. However, my pinky is a good substitute. It works when he won't even keep a pie in for five seconds. It's the funniest thing, he'll fall asleep with my finger in his mouth. (Is this too much information? Let me know) I never thought I'd be so happy having some toothless thing latched onto my finger, but it is cool.

I'm also learning a lot about babies. I had heard of 'over stimulating' them and figured it had something to do with Motley Crue turned all the way up or Wrestlemania XIV on the big screen, but of course, I was wrong. We ,of course, don't go out of our way to upset Baby T but the other day, Jen got one of his gifts out and turned it on and held it so he could see it. It is a turtle, and on its 'shell', there are four different colored lights that light up in time to the music it plays. So, it took approximately five seconds between the time he stared at it til he turned his head as far away from the turtle as he could. I find it really cool that babies can recognize when something is too much and turn away.

Don't we all wish we had that much self control now? You'd be able to go on a strict diet, mainly because whenever you reached for that candy bar, your body would swivel in the opposite direction. People wouldn't wear ugly clothing, their body just wouldn't let them. And all of the Hollywood stars would be forced by their own bodies to wear normal decent looking clothes.

Hmmm, maybe I'm onto something?

  ¶ 2:52 PM