Weekend at Amy's

I cannot even begin to explain the funk that this child was in all weekend.

Of course, we are building a patio outside and I needed him to be content. OH BUT NO.

My mother-in-law was watching Jack on both Saturday and Sunday while we worked outside. I would stop working and go in to feed him and then go back out.

Saturday, he decided to start out eating every two hours in the morning. Then he went to every 90 minutes by early afternoon, then around 4 p.m. he decided that every hour was about right. Since he eats for 20-30 minutes at a time, that meant I was only getting a half-hour break between feeds.

At one point I told Josh, "This child is sucking the life out of me. Literally."

When he wasn't eating, he was so fussy it was insane. I could hear him screaming his little head off outside through the closed windows. He would play nicely for a few minutes and then all hell would break loose.

Sunday was much of the same, although he was back to only eating every two hours again (only ... I say that like it is progress or something) and generally acting like a little stinker because he knew I was not around to play with him. Add that to only napping 10-15 min at a time and we again had a delightful day.

Both nights he also decided that it would be a grand idea to wake up at 2 a.m. to eat.

Today? Great naps, less frantic eating. But a bedtime that consisted of him screaming in the car, us pulling over to breastfeed him, him waking up when we got home and needing to be rocked back to sleep by Daddy for a half hour.

And for the record, he's now constipated by the tasty rice cereal he started eating last week. Or should I say that he started taking in his mouth and spitting out last week. So he cries while he eats it and he can't poop. Wow, this feeding him solids is going just super.

Bitter? Who's bitter? Not me! Motherhood is great! All flowers and sunshine up your ass all the time!