So both sets of grandparents got back yesterday. Mine were back from a short holiday (don't you just love using that term) in Aruba and Steve's parents were back from their condo in Florida. I made the bad mistake of visiting both sets with Luke and we sure paid the price. He missed both of his naps and around 8:00 pm all hell broke loose. He was crying hysterically as if we were pulling his hair out. We have never heard him cry like this but the sound and tone of his cry did give me a flashback to Denver 2005 when Luke's cousin Caroline (less than one year old at the time) cried for an almost two hour ride back from Aspen. I believe that Becky called the cry "Bobcat Kohl-y" b/c of the howl and cat-like snarl that she made. Well, it seems that Luke has inherited that cry. I would've got it on tape but I felt that I should be consoling him and not videotaping him...next time I will though so that all can share in the pain we felt...
The picture below was taken at roughly 4:00 pm. I guess I should've taken this as a sign of the fun to come.
And how do you ask did we finally calm him down? I took a lesson from the tribal women who "wear" their babies all day (and from Dr. Sears...Chrissy's baby bible doc) and put him in my
Moby wrap and within 2 minutes of that, he was out. What a lifesaver that thing is...
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