They have a saying down here for a misbehaving child--"He's being hateful!" Anders is being hateful. He slept most of the evening with Anna last night on the couch. Last night, however, he did NOT sleep. I tried everything. Eventually, I gave up and let him cry. He let loose with more wailing and gnashing of gums at 3:30 as I mixed his medicine and changed his diaper. This morning he will not let me put him in his crib, thus he is fidgeting and farting on my chest and stomach respectively. Last night was the first evening of no answers for me. I was so tired by the end of it, that I do not know if he was crying or silent when I fell asleep.
Trudy walks around like a zombie. She is not getting as much sleep as she wants. She considers coming over to me, sees Anders, and walks the other way. I'm untouchable if Anders is around.
Anders' freakishly large hands are getting stronger and stronger. He likes to grab my neck. One of these days I think he's going to rip my larynx out. He is all sweetness and light for Anna, but I think he's trying to off me. Trudy knows what's going on. She sees things. Perhaps I will request Trudy to be in my lap for the Christmas card picture after all.
I hope that this phase will be over Saturday when I return from NYC. I don't mind that he's trying to kill me, I suppose that's just nature, but he needs to be willing to sleep for longer periods in his crib.
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