I've been thinking of her as my little hurricane drunk, if you're familiar with that song.
Beyond that, she mainly likes to sleep being held. Put her down, and she wakes up. And if she's awake, she thinks she should be eating. My mother says I was exactly like this.
Yikes. Sorry, Betty.
And on top of the chaos and exhaustion of new-babyness, Jordan is having regular screaming fits. He alternates between patting India gently and being very sweet to her and turning to me and asking, "Should I kick the baby sister?"
And then something calamitous will happen - like we'll put ketchup on his plate. Or pour milk over the cereal. Or Nana will give him a bath instead of Daddy. This will cause him to scream - that fake cry scream that makes my head melt - at the top of his lungs. He can keep it up at massive volume for a remarkably long time.
Seriously. The other night he yelled for 30 minutes straight while Nana bathed him. They were both exhausted afterwards.
So what I'm saying is, we're all very tired.