The best part of the dinner my parents hosted on Sunday night, at which my entire far-flung family was present (minus Dan's Chinese bride, Elita), was the following exchange that took place as we were walking out the door:
GRANDMA: Alex, say bye-bye to Genoa. [Tommy's friend Genoa]
ALEX: Bye-bye Genoa. [long pause] BUT! I WANT MY GENOA!
So it turns out the boy loves his Baby Sister after all and was completely mortified that we were about to leave her behind! And this caused my insides to instantly turn into melty, gooey mush. I keep bragging about him to everyone. He loves his sister! Life is grand!
Genoa happens to be doing exceptionally well herself (knock wood). She hasn't screamed since last Friday, when (gasp!) I stopped drinking coffee, particularly the non-dairy creamer I'd been dumping into it. Apparently "non-dairy" creamer means it's perfectly acceptable to contain "sodium caseinate" a "milk derivative" which turned out to be the nasty little culprit all along. She's still a fussier baby than I'm used to, but she's also a FAR FAR cry from having colic.
For a few days, I actually stopped eating soy and chocolate and CAFFEINE. And I swear it was like walking around in a fog, like I'd been drugged. WHY WOULD ANYONE CHOOSE TO LIVE THAT WAY? Those of you who don't partake of a good daily coffee buzz have no idea what you're missing. Fortunately, after several days of careful testing, I've confirmed that soy and caffeine are acceptable to Genoa's delicate innards and so I'm back on the coffee wagon again. After trying Rice Milk (even more watery than nonfat milk) and Almond Milk (which was delicious but a tad chunky, causing the milk to all settle to the bottom of my cup) I've actually conceded to all you hippies and I'm putting Vanilla Silk in my coffee. Best of all is that it doesn't make me want to yack with any urgency, so I can still get my coffee buzz on. (According to my delicate palate, coffee without milk is VILE.)
So now I promise to stop posting about the screaming. I swear it's been ALL BABY ALL THE TIME over here, which, while fitting, may not be the most exciting read. Tomorrow I promise to get back to the real blogging, you know, when I talk about my ass. Or maybe just my boobs. Stay tuned!