Well, he's still a strange lovable little man. Especially lovable, but especially strange. On the bright side, he smiles as much as he cries; so there's a lot of each. He laughs especially whenever we change his diaper. How strange is that? All we have to do is get him onto the changing pad, and the little guy knows exactly where he is and what's about to happen. Take a sock off, get a smile, and so on.
However, he gets excessively cranky most evenings. It's very upsetting to hear him scream his little lungs out, turn red in the face, and to watch him with tears bursting from his eyes. It's especially rough when we don't know why, and it almost seems like he's in pain. We haven't quite figured this one out, but we're working on it. It's just hard watching the little dude have to be so unhappy.
On another note, more often than not we think he's left handed. It's the preferred hand when he tries to suck on one, and it's definitely not out of the question. My grandmother was left handed, and the Girl's brother may have been. Strangely enough, both of them were forced to write right-handed, so we can't entirely tell with her brother. I suppose time will tell, but it would be an interesting trait.
Now he's just eaten, and he's examining his little toys while he sits in his car seat, alert and content. Cute little bugger, smiling a big smile at his mom. Sleepless nights aside and heartache watching him cry included, I feel like the luckiest person on the planet.
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