93 days...

This post is a few days late... but, before you dock me a letter grade, let me explain.  

Carter had his 1/4 birthday on Monday.  Though not the biggest of deals; you may have gleaned from earlier posts that Patton and I were REALLY looking forward to this particular milestone.  Tongue-in-cheek, we joked about how at 12:01 on the 16th, Carter would magically declare that he has 'worked out all the kinks and the ridiculously-obnoxious-painful-screechy-baby-gas is NO.MORE.'   

Well, perhaps we should have let the boy in on our expectations, because his interpretation of being 3 months old, went a little something like this:

"WAAAAAAAAAAAA.....WAWAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"  etc.etc.... all.day.long.

The situation flew past insane by noon and was down right comical by 4p, at which time I loaded the babies into the car and began the most ancient of all parenting rituals (yeah, you know, the one that I would NEVER have to stoop to): driving around until the banshee in the back seat finally fell asleep.

By bedtime he had seriously tuckered himself out and (joy-of-all-joys) fell quickly and peacefully into sleep by 7:30.  

But, here's the beauty-part-  To make up for his very bad behavior, Carter redeemed himself by sleeping straight-through the night, 12 hours, without a peep until 7:30 the next morning!  And then, to really drive his point home, he proceeded to have the very.best.day.ever!  Perfectly on his little routine, napping and playing and cooing all in the right order, with not so much as a hint of gas all day.  (tiny-little-butt-head.)  And, today was another great day, so he's earned his keep for at least a little longer.  

Happy 3 months & 2 days, little buddy- keep up the good work!