Family Ties...

Stewie met my father yesterday. He came down here from Massachusetts to bring my sister to my house... long story.
I never really thought much about having my son know his grandfather. Another long story. Its not because Im just a mean person.
Anyway, I guess it kinda was a good thing. Stewie deserves to know him. And the man he is now is someone who loves his grandson. I guess thats all that matters.

Man getting him to bed tonight was something. That boy will double over in pain with gas. I had to stop feeding him his bottle and try to lay him down. Then he started screaming. So I tried the bottle again. By then he was too tired to throw a fit about gas. It makes me feel so friggen helpless. I mean for real, how many different formulas and gas exercises and stupid drops can you try. Nothing works for this kid. And its not that I dont love it when I take him into bed with me around 3am every morning. But its getting kinda old. I have to hold his arms down so he doesnt smack himself while his legs go up in the air with gas. My back is killing me and I just havent slept in 2 days.
I cant swaddle his ass anymore. This boy is crazy fast. And strong. I just dont know if 6 months is a little too old for him to still not have any control over his arms when he is tired.