Nick sped down the stairs this morning, bursting into our room.
"Did you just suction his nose again?"
Because when I did it last night, between breastfeeding boobs and in the dark, thinking it would be easier for him that way, he'd had a howling fit.
I thought I was doing him a favor, rather than stealth assaulting him. I don't know why I assumed he wouldn't notice the end of a rubber bulb stuck in his nostril.
HYSteria. Our normally sweet little boy was beside himself.
And he has started making this particular crying noise just recently. It starts deep in his throat, like the French "R." From there, he transitions to something like the very loud "Baa" of a sheep. He gets so worked up he chokes himself.
Approximately, it is: rrrrrrRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Gasp! rrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAHHH! Snort gasp! rrrRRRAAAAHHH!
You get the idea.
It is loud and it is angry. And sometimes, when you've calmed him down, he still keeps up this low growl. Rrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrr. Rrrrrr.
Just so you know he is Still Displeased.
On the heels of him beginning to produce this particular noise, he got a cold in New Effing Jersey. As did Betty. They're both quite sick and miserable.
Actually, I can't blame the entire state. I blame Nick's snotgobbler neice and nephews. I blame the niece most - mainly because I like her least.
And yes, I know that's neither rational nor fair.
So my little bunny has this cold, and he's all snotty and snuffly and miserable. Which makes him not sleep more than a couple hours at a time. Consequently, nor do we.
But this morning's outburst had nothing to do with nose suctioning. Rather, I'd enraged him by trying, oh so gently, to put him down. In his crib.
rrrrrrRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! rrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH AAAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAHHH! rrrRRRAAAAHHH! HOW? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!!! DON'T YOU LOVE ME? AAAAAAAAAArrrrrRRRRR RRRAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!
So Nick burst into the room to make sure I was neither stealth nose-suctioning nor gnawing off the limbs of our sweet little progeny.
I was not.
I will admit, though, to having taken advantage of his enfeebled state. First time it's been easy to clip his nails.