Crying

By popular request, my mother, here is Ben how he has been most of this week. He has been fed, changed, burped and pacified (several times, but he spit it out every time). He has been rocked, walked, wrapped, warmed, cooled and sung to. His temper is a fortress, impervious to assault.
And yet...
As of Thursday, he's been a little better. Still not great, but a little.
Saturday night, Beth and I went out for dinner while Grandma and Grandpa Duffy watched Ben. We knew he would cry, and warned them, but tried not to think about it as we consumed some delicious Ginza.
When we came back to pick up Ben, we found him staring peacefully up at Dave and sucking quietly on his nook. My first thought was, "Are you kidding me!?"
I wasn't really angry or anything, but I was barely, just barely, disappointed in his perfect behavior. It makes you feel like a bad parent (just for a minute) when he behaves so well for someone else and almost never like that for you.
On the up side, it lets you see him as a cute little quiet baby again and reminds you what a great little guy he is on the whole.

Ben has been better though yesterday and today, so hopefully this is a new trend on the rise.