Well, come to think of it, it's not that quiet in the Boyer household. Sam found his voice. He's going to be the next American Idol, but he's still a bit pitchy. Screeching is his thing. He's darn good, and he's got stamina like Mariah Carey (me neighbor is a fan of that). All day he's screeching. Bloody freaking murder screeching. I'm going to buy some ear plugs. My sanity is diminished and nerves shot. I've recently decided coffee isn't cutting it and am on straight Red Bull again like college. Rut Roh.
Remember this guy? Well just color his hair red and you can call him Sam. BAM - smacked in the nose. BAM - punched in the ear. BAM - Daisy takes one on the chin. BAM - the remote that was way out of his reach is suddenly chucked across the living room. BAM - his feet stomp on the floor in a migraine inducing tantrum. BAM - the attachment to the exercaucer that was secured tightly is ripped out from it's place and chucked on the floor. BAM - the whale bath tub is banging against the side of the big tub with innocent little fingers manipulating it with a kung-fu grip. BAM - a small but powerful fist is banging on the side of the crib when someone doesn't want to nap.
I think you get my drift.
Our sleeping issues are getting resolved though. The crying it out is working - at least for night time. Naps are a different story but we are getting there. Every day is different and thats the problem. He is close to sitting up and has started to scoot, although slowly and mostly backwards or to the side. And these dang teeth are giving him hell trying to come through. Thanks to some FANTASTIC FB friends we are working on some solutions (teething tabs really are great!)
It's a good thing Sam is damn cute! He still giggles when I say "Whoa" like Joey from Blossom. (I'm not sure where that started but I think it was in the early days where I was sleep deprived and clinically insane). And he still laughs when he sees Daisy, or when I tickle his sides or bite his chunk-master-flex thighs. And sometimes I can actually hear him smiling when he just drifts off to sleep on my chest. And he sleeps on his tummy with his legs tucked under and butt straight up in the air. I could watch him all night.
