Fuss Bucket

Holey Moley...Jayjay just took Dave and I on a fuss bucket adventure!!! He came over today at around 2:00...he was sleeping, and slept for another hour or so. Got up, was happy, played, then started to fuss because his teeth are coming in. We have no pacifier for him (dammit, I'm going to slap my brother!!!), so we tried to give him his teething toy, which he doesn't really like. We gave him cold water, that didn't help. Took him outside to look around...that helped, but I got about five mosquito bites after 15 minutes and couldn't handle anymore...plus I didn't want him to get eaten up too. Gave him a bottle, he ate it like crazy and fell asleep, then like a dummy, I picked him up to burp him. WRONG move!! He freakin' started crying and would NOT stop. Then he proceeded to barf out the contents of pretty much the entire bottle he just ate. Dave held him and tried to entertain him while I went to make our dinner, and he was good for a while, then started fussing again. By this point it's obvious he's super tired, but like the baby he is, he keeps on fighting it. Usually if I rock him and put a cover over his eyes, he falls asleep, but today that only served to piss him off more. Finally, after at least an hour of this, I told Dave to make another bottle, even though I wasn't really sure if he would eat any more. He freakin' chugs the entire bottle, fusses for a bit, I pick him up and just hold him on my lap, and in about 15 minutes he's fast asleep. Freak. That crap tired me out...and Dave too!! If this is a prelude to what's to come, which I'm sure it is, we better make sure we're there to tag team cuz this fuss bucket adventure took all of our patience to overcome! I didn't get to take a nap today, so hopefully my exhaustion beats out whatever kind of ruckus people in our ghetto are going to make in celebration of this dang 4th of July. I'm pooped and it's only 7 p.m.!