I fed Collin at 12:30 today, and we headed to a friend's house and then on to WalMart for our weekly grocery trip. I woke up with a sore throat, so I wasn't feeling top-notch, but today was the only day left this week that we didn't have lots of other activities planned, and I just had to get it done.
Collin slept through most of the experience, but near the end he awoke happily. It was about 2:15, and I knew I was pushing my luck. Three (yes, 3!) people stopped and commented on his big, beautiful blue eyes, and I was feeling on top of the world. One of them even wanted to know where to find one to take home, but I was in a good mood and didn't offer mine for the taking. I was surprised he didn't smell that he had just filled his diaper.
At the checkout (3 people in front of us!), Collin started getting fussy, but I figured if I could get him into the car and get it moving towards home, he'd quiet down. I hurried out to the car, got him clicked in, and quickly loaded all the groceries into the trunk.
No sooner had I put the car in reverse, Collin started screaming. I dug around backwards, found his binkie, and stuck it in, but over and over again he kicked it out with his tongue and screamed and screamed. I sang Primary songs and talked him through what we'd do when we got home ("first, we'll unload Mommy and Daddy's food, then I'll change your dipe and give you your num-nums - his Mylicon - and then it's... EATING time.") This dialogue, and my constant chatter, usually quiets him down... but not this time.
Frazzled, I sped home and into the garage. I grabbed my purse and got his carseat. As soon as I picked it up, he got quiet, but when I put him down inside, the SCREAM began again. I thought, "Guess we'll be getting the groceries out one-handed today." I unstrapped him and put him over my shoulder and headed back to the garage.
TWO BELCHES! Yes, huge ones, and it was at least 2 hours past his last feeding. Feeling guilty for not knowing he just needed to burp, I opened the back hatch and...
But did I cry?
No, I laughed. Must have been a blessing to see the humor in my spilled milk.
#1: Ryan and I went on a date! Yippee! We drove to St. Louis on Friday so my parents could watch Collin. We went to the temple Saturday morning and then out to lunch. I have never had a better weekend. Thanks Mom and Dad! 
#2: Collin loves to "talk" and smile at the ceiling, especially at lights. We thought he just liked the light in our bedroom, but this weekend at my parents' house, he did the same thing to their kitchen chandelier and living room skylights. It is so funny to watch. My dad has decided that he is talking to the angels. It is adorable.
#3: When we put Collin over our shoulders to burp him, he "burrows." He thrashes his head side-to-side, rubbing his eyes and nose all over the place. Sometimes we think he is searching for me again. Other times it looks like he may be trying to urge his burp out. Today I think he was doing it to itch his nose (Ryan had a cold last weekend...). Does anyone else's baby just go nuts when you place him/her over your shoulder? Once in a blue moon he'll fall asleep on my shoulder, and... it makes me melt. 
and Son.
Collin Bouncing!