This past week Trey has seemed somewhat like a different baby. He's hard to please, tired all of the time, super fussy, cries while eating, and just not himself. Everyone mentions teething which I suppose it could be. I asked the pediatrician about it at his appointment a few weeks ago and she said that drooling and chewing on everything in sight is just developmental. Developmental characteristics for teething perhaps??? All I know is that my sweet baby has put his mother on edge. I know I'm extra emotional when I get teared up at my much beloved Top Chef marathons. It feels a little like week 3 or 4 when he cried for no apparent reason and we had trouble soothing him (or when I cried for no apparent reason and Randy had trouble soothing me??).
Trey dressed up by Dad and ready to go on a nap-inducing walk
while Mom was away at work
Last week Randy and I had a role reversal for two days. I went to a work conference and Randy stayed home with Trey. I think it was a great perspective-taking activity for both of us. I remember vividly coming home on Tuesday to find Randy crashed out in the recliner looking exhausted. I was so eager and anxious to see Trey and cuddle him for the rest of the night. Trey proceeded to fuss and cry for most of the evening making it hard to hold him, play with him, and, quite frankly, enjoy him. I know this is often how Randy feels when he gets home at the end of the day. For me, being away from Trey was not as difficult as I thought it would be. It was actually sort of nice to spend some time talking and thinking about something other than the baby or the house.
This is about as Halloween as it got around our house this year. We stopped by Kellie and Ethan's party for a little bit and then came home, turned out all of the lights, and hid from the trick-or-treaters (to be fair, our ghetto neighborhood doesn't get many trick-or-treaters anyways and I refused to have a bag of leftover candy sitting around to tempt me).
I can't believe it is November already. Now when people ask me when I'm going back to work, I have to say, "Next month..." Despite Trey's fussiness, he is such a delight. Today I actually got teared up looking at him because he is just so freaking precious and had the cutest expression on his face. Man, I love this baby!
2 comments:
Hmmmm. You cry a lot. That's okay though. I cried while wheeling the bassinet into the garage this morning.
I lOVE Trey's pumpkin hat!
Ha, yes, I thought about that and how it sounded on the blog. I almost went back and edited. I would say that I tear up a lot and not necessarily "cry"...but I have always been emotional. I blame that on my mother and her genes.
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