But back to happy time. He was sitting on my lap, leaning back and we were playing at making faces at each other -- and I think he actually was recognizing the fact that I was mimicking his faces! woo hooo :) He'd stick his little tongue out, then I'd stick mine out. Then he'd smile, then I'd smile. Then his eyes would widen slightly, as if he just noticed something. Or he had to fart -- which is a possibility of extreme probability. That kid makes more gas than all the cattle in Sunnyside. I may have to get him a little onsie that says, "I depleted the ozone layer."
We purchased him some simethicone and some sensitive stomach formula (for his evening supplement) yesterday in hopes that he will be less gassy and therefore less fussy. Which would lead to longer naps. Which in turn would hopefully lead to getting things done. And getting things done makes C happy, as anyone who knows her would know. I also have Things That Need To Be Done. But I am an order of magnitude more