Our house is full of yelling and bad smells. It's like the aftermath of a chaotic house party minus the glamour.
Good news, no sign of colic. Owen just screams about everything. He has three modes: screaming, sleeping, eating. The rare moments of him quietly observing have mostly been captured on camera or honored in our silent appreciation. He behaves like an angel when held by others. He manages to yell at me while he's nursing and he's blistered both nipples. I've taken to filing his nails while he sleeps for my own safety.
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