Cry baby, cry.

I remember my pre-mommy years, when I would go into a store and wait at the checkout or pass someone in an aisle and their child or children would be screaming.  I think I was even naive enough to think that if their child is screaming that much now, I wonder what it's like at home.  And for some stupid and judgmental reason, I thought that it was embarrassing for the parent.  I'd even go as far to say that I was terrified of having children because of this incessant screaming. 

Fast forward to today.  Blazer was a crier in the beginning.  He was such a crier that I even cried too many times to count...in the beginning.  In November, Blazer was no longer a crier.  And for the record, he never did burst out in the store while I was shopping or at the doctor's office in the waiting room.  November and December were like alien months to me because Blazer was just an amazingly happy child.  He slept well and was not a fusser.

January - W....T....F?

Seriously, the kid LIKES to cry.  I can't even pinpoint where it comes from.  He cries to the point where he has worked himself into a sweat and has the reddest face.  Thankfully, it's not at the store, or in the doctor's office.  Nope.  My child screams to fight sleep.  Actually, it's more like the onset of fatigue he is fighting.  In the past 2 months he has gone to sleep like a dream, so easy.  Now, Blazer and fatigue are in an all out war!

Every night around 7:00pm, he brings out his boxing gloves and starts going rounds with Fatigue.  And let me just say that Fatigue is undefeated.  Blazer does win the first 9 rounds.  Yes, 9!  He fights for a good hour or more every night.

Then...like the universe all of a sudden becomes still...HE IS OUT!

And that's how it goes, every night this month.

Yes world - I now have a crier.  Thank you.



On a lighter note, every other time when he is not fighting rounds with Fatigue, he's adorable and amazing.