Screamy McScreamerson

We had a good week with Draidan. He was sleeping well and pretty much up for anything all week. So I decided to run a solo mission across the city to Andrew's house last night. I wanted Jenny to have a baby-free evening to recharge. He was in fine spirits until about one minute after Jenny left to go shopping. He then started wailing. After feeding, him changing him, feeding him again and burping him countless times, I decided to just make a run for it and take him to Andrew's anyways. He fell asleep immediately in the cab but upon arriving- started to get quite fussy again. Drai adores women though and luckily Sammi was there. As soon as he saw her, he calmed down and started cooing away to her. But eventually she had to get back to the thesis she was writing and he got angry again. He finally fell asleep on the cab ride back.

Then this morning was a nightmare. Jenny left for a few hours to teach a class. Again, the second she left, he awoke from his slumber and began howling. This time, with no women around to appease the beast, he carried on for almost the entire 3 hours. Only taking a break to eat a little and for a jaunt to the 7-11. (Which of course had women in it, so he was on his best behavior.) Even when he was eating he constantly was kicking and trying to stand up. (Yea, he is already trying to stand. And actually can for a little while if you lean him against something.)He isn't just crying- the noise that comes out of the little guys sounds like a sheep that has just been hit by napalm. It's horrible and I feel so helpless when he is doing it. I don't mind dirty diapers, puke, baths etc. but the screaming destroys me. I don't know how Lindsay and Kyle made it through that first year with Luke. After three hours of crying- I was almost ready to head off to the hospital for a vasectomy.

Finally, Jenny came home and he fell fast asleep. (Little jerk.) We then took him out for his first trip to the park in his new stroller. There were two women along for the trip, thus his insatiable need for the female persuasion was appeased - he didn't make a peep the entire afternoon. We are trying to get him used to being around lots of people and traveling about, so we dragged him to the exact opposite side of the city again tonight to have dinner with Uncle Mike. He was great the whole trip and he even let us make him a new outfit. I am terrified that he will be horrible on the flight to Canada. I am really dreading that flight. But perhaps with a couple more months of traveling in Taiwanese taxis he will not even bat an eye at air travel. A taxi ride in Taiwan is probably more turbulent than any flight would be. Moreover, there should be some cute stewardesses hanging about to keep him on his best behavior. We just can't fly KLM.
Their flight attendants are like mythical monsters! It's like being served by a shaved wookie. But I digress...