Is there something about the five month mark that turns sweet, mild-mannered newborns into mean babies?? Because, I don’t know and I don’t remember when Harry was five months old (that was seven years ago for Pete’s sake!).? And also, because Liam has morphed into Mean Baby and I was wondering if this is a normal thing.? Or if maybe I should be concerned and place a call with a exorcist.

Oh, he’s still cute as a bug’s ear (cuter!) and has a really good sense of humor (he giggles at everything, it seems, especially my pain and torment).? But… he hurts me.? His nails aren’t quite long enough to clip but yet he’s perfected the art of digging them into my soft flesh.? Of course, its not like he’s soley targeted me.? He’s scratched himself up pretty good a few times.? I suspect he’s the one to blame for the mystery gouge on his right leg.? He also screams.? A lot.? At me.? And lately he’s taken to throwing a holy hissy fit every time I dare to set him down somewhere.? I lay him down on the blanket on the floor with a couple toys where he was perfectly happy last week?? He acts like I’m trying to kill him.? I put him in the bouncer seat with a goodly amount of those plastic links that are like baby-crack?? He acts like I’m trying to kill him.? If he’s anywhere but in my arms (or Kile’s arms, he an equal opportunity Mean Baby), he acts like I’m trying to kill him.

This has not done wonderful things for my productivity this week.? The good news is the Christmas Party we were going to have this Friday is canceled so at least I don’t have to worry about cleaning up for that. ? Of course, my sister and her family are coming after Christmas so I do have to clean eventually.

Nuts.