Pudge had a tough night last night.  He cried, and cried, and cried.  Thank goodness he wore himself out before midnight.  He had the "vapours," in more than one sense, if I may be so delicate.  At one point, he calmed down and stared at me as I sang a lullabye, and even cooed back (so sweet).  But then, he cranked up again.  I tried turning him every which way but upside down to no avail.  Tried nursing twice, and he seemed to want to, but could only flail and scream.  Finally, I rolled him onto my tummy as we lay in bed and gently patted his little diaper.  He must have been worn out because he went right to sleep and slept a few hours.

The place is a mess.  I need to get something done around here (besides blogging).  Later!