frustration to smiles to frustration

Baby Doodle had a rough night and therefore I had a rough night. The night continued into the day. He wouldn't sit in his swing for 5 minutes meaning no shower for me and definitely no running on my trampoline, yes I run on a trampoline. I tried moving him to the Boppy pillow and ran for two minutes when he started screaming. I moved him back to the swing which bought me another five minutes, then more screaming. Finally I gave up, rescued him from the swing, and brought him downstairs where I held and rocked him while eating lunch and checking my email. It took about 20 minutes to get him to sleep. Once he was sound asleep I brought him upstairs and ever so gently laid him in his crib. As soon as his head hit the mattress he was wide awake staring at me with his big blue eyes and smiling. I couldn't help but laugh. It was absurd the way he looked at me. It was as if he had never been sleeping. It was as if I wasn't trying to prolong his nap. He smiled at me like he had just woken up in the morning and was ready to start his day, when my mindset was to run while he slept quietly in his room. I tried lulling him with the mobile hanging above him. It only held his gaze for a minute and then he began screaming again. I changed his diaper and fed him while watching E!'s 50 Top Celebrity Confessions. It turns out E! considers getting a divorce a confession (as in Nick and Jessica). He fell asleep on my breast but then woke up when I changed position. I brought him downstairs again and put him in the stroller. We walked to the post office in peace. While in the post office he realized we weren't moving and the wind wasn't blowing on his feet and he began to cry, which quickly turned into a scream -- the kind of scream where he is barely breathing between wails. A customer called the PO while we were there and asked about the screaming baby. huh...
I calmed him in my arms and then headed home. He cried the whole way (about 15 minutes). He is now sleeping in the carrier while we sway and jiggle to Baby Beluga. It has been an extremely frustrating day thus far. He has woken up twice screaming for no apparent reason since I started writing this post. I hope Mr. Doodlebug can come home early tonight.
















Three days ago. A much happier day. This picture looks just like a picture of brother Doodlebug (Baby Doodle's uncle) when he was just a day old.
















Talking to his stuffed monkey hanging in the corner of the picture.