From Hell's Heart I Stab at Thee....

And hell it was. Tuesday Aidan was feeling extra cranky. Although he slept well int he morning, the afternoon was all screaming and tears. I think pretty much the first day each week I watch him he goes through major Mom withdrawal. Which I totally understand, but that doesn't make it any easier when he's screaming from lack of rest and/or food and/or a subtle shift in the earth's magnetic fields (hey, sometimes it seems that that's the only thing that could be wrong). But yesterday more than made up for it-- he was a perfect little angel. We went shopping in Wilmington, and he slept all the way there. While in his stroller, he looked around and jabbered at the lights, the plants, the mannequins...it was nice. Anytime he got a little fussy, in goes the pacifier and it's more baby bliss. He was even good in the car while I changed him. Which brings me to my most interesting discovery.

My arms, as it turns out, are exactly long enough to reach back from the driver's seat and stick a pacifier in his mouth. That, my friends, is akin to a parental Super Power. I'm the envy of anyoe who has ever travelled with an infant, and I love it. It's ultimate soothing power without even having to get up. Mwahahahaha.