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Jun. 14th, 2010 11:09 pmPierce, bless his sixteen-week-old (!) heart, has a new past time I like to call, "scream his fool head off for no discernible reason and then pretend to calm down until you lull Su-Su and Aunt Annie into a false sense of calm and start it over again". It is really just the saddest thing I have ever seen. The poor little boo is either dealing with some separation anxiety (though Jenny can't always calm him down) or having some tummy problems or something because he was just so sad today and when he is so sad all I want to do it FIX IT and I can't and I am really looking forward to him developing a vocabulary.
In the mean time I rock him and change his diapers more then necessary and change his clothes and feed him and make sure I ALWAYS HAVE AN EXTRA SUCKY and love this little perfect boy more then I ever thought I could.
Even when he won't stop screaming his fool head off.
Poor lil' guy. =(
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I spent some time at Marshall Pierce today. Even with all of the anxiety of no steady income and no security and no clue what my future holds I and so freaking thrilled to be out of that place i can hardly stand it. I have less then no regrets. I have nothing but joy.
In the mean time I rock him and change his diapers more then necessary and change his clothes and feed him and make sure I ALWAYS HAVE AN EXTRA SUCKY and love this little perfect boy more then I ever thought I could.
Even when he won't stop screaming his fool head off.
Poor lil' guy. =(
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I spent some time at Marshall Pierce today. Even with all of the anxiety of no steady income and no security and no clue what my future holds I and so freaking thrilled to be out of that place i can hardly stand it. I have less then no regrets. I have nothing but joy.
