Never fails...

It never fails. Just when I post something about getting the hang of things, Silas sends me for a loop and leaves me (us) feeling hopeless and lost as parents. Then when I post about post partum blues because I can't seem to get the hang of things, Silas behaves and I get to feeling cocky like maybe I do know what I'm doing.

So I hesitate to post anything about getting the hang of things, but again, I think I'm starting to. I'm starting to figure out his cries, what he can tolerate, what he can't. What he likes, what he dislikes. We start to get kiiiiiind of a routine or rather, the hang of things, at bedtime until the past two nights when he cries for 2+ hours.

All in all, he's a sweet boy. A good boy. A darling boy who has started sometimes giving me smiles. Yesterday he cooed at Jake for a couple minutes. And he loves, LOVES looking at his animals on the wall while I change him. These are the animals I'm talking about. He smiles at them, talks to them and just loves them.

Okay, baby boy is starting to fuss so I'd better cut it short.