Our Night So Far....

Well, it's been interesting. We had a great night with him; he smiled and cooed all through dinner. He was honestly an angel. He was falling asleep in his Boppy downstairs, so I decided to take him upstairs, put him in his pj's, give him a nice big bottle and put him into the crib. It went really, really well. He smiled through his diaper change and was his usual helpful self as I put him in his Ralph Lauren pajamas: keeping his hand in a fist, straightening his arms and legs when I needed him to. Then he had about 3 ounces of formula and fell asleep in my arms. I kissed his noggin, wished him "sweet dreams", lowered him carefully into his crib and went downstairs. About 5 minutes later, Ted and I heard him moving around and then.....THE LOUDEST, MOST HIGH-PITCHED SHREIKS came out of that room. It was scary. Ted and I looked at eachother in horror, and then without a word we ran upstairs, clearing two steps at a time. Ted scooped him up, put his tear stained face on his shoulder and starting the soothing process. About 15 seconds into this, Max burped. Yep. He had gas. All that yelling over some gas. You gotta love kids.....