All Quiet on the WC front...(finally!)

Yikes, tough evening.  My three-and-a-half-month old daughter (who shall now be called, The Monkey) has been a little Fussy McFusserson these past three days.  She was doing pretty good this past month, but I have a feeling she's starting to regress a little.  She was a colicky baby right from the beginning.  The first night she was born, and when the nurses wheeled her into my room to sleep, she cried for three hours.  I was convinced that she hated me and that she sensed my inexperience with babies.  Let's just say, our relationship started off pretty rocky.

Once she reached the three-month mark, things took a dramatic change.  She actually started to get cute! (I'm not one of those mom's with rose-colored glasses who automatically thinks their darling baby is the cutest thing in the world, especially at the newborn stage.  Monkey was wrinkled, jaundiced, hairy and literally looked like a monkey, hence the nickname).  Now, she's pretty adorable and has a smile that melts my heart!

She finally stopped crying now after a two-hour marathon.  At least she doesn't throw banana peels at me.