The honeymoon is over

sam is no longer the sweet little baby we've adored for the past 6 months. he is now a biting, screeching, hyperactive little creature whose poop explodes out the top of his diaper every other day.

i wish i could describe the screeching - think pterodaktyl in your living room. it is not an upset noise, just his current babyspeak, i guess. i will be on the phone with someone and they will hear the screeching and sound mildly alarmed and say they can let me go so i can attend to the screaming baby. undoubtedly they think he rolled off the couch, fell down the stairs, or is being squished by his brother. oh, that? that is just sam talking. most often he talks to his nuk. he pops it out of his mouth, turns it over in his hand, inspecting it closely, and starts screeching at it. the screeches start short and quiet and gradually build up to a deafening level.

and the pooping, i will leave to your imagination. but solid foods changes things. not in a good way. and the biting and hyperactivity isn't really biting, its more like "thanks for feeding me mommy. i love you so much. your hair is so pretty, let me pull on that big chunk hanging down. haha. that was so funny when you said ow. haha. let me do it again and stop eating and kind of clamp down. oh, hahaha. you said ow even louder that time. i can't control the giggling and clamping down. wait, why are you taking me off. waaaaaaaaaaaah! wahhhh! i am going to claw you with my super sharp nails until you let me eat some more. oh there, that's better. now just let me rip off your lower lip. hahaha, you said ow. clamp." it's either that or someone walks into the room and naturally he wants to know who it is. go ahead, sam. turn around and look. just please LET GO FIRST!