Wow, so at 4:30AM last night Brennon decided it was a good time to wail. His scream actually woke me up and caused me to feel jittery. Like I had adrenaline in me. Which in turn made it so it was 5:15AM when I finally got back to sleep. Holly, of course, had to deal with the screaming baby. So this morning as I got prodded awake at 9AM I then realized I was going to be late for work. Whenever I am dead tired alarms are nothing. So I didn't get to work until 9:45. I don't know if there will be repercusions cause I do get my work done ahead of time. I asked for mercy a couple of weeks ago. Let's hope I get it.

Brennon is getting louder. It is like he is straining to cry louder. His face will get red and he will act like he is doing the deed, but he doesn't and cries instead. We rub his tummy and put him in different positions. We go through the checklist and he is still crying. As a psuedo doctor my theory is that when he was given antibiotics for 7 days that destroyed the bacteria in the intestines which make digesting things harder. My prescription would be for probiotics to replenish him. But, he goes into his first pediatric appointment today so we will see what the doctor thinks.

So while I am in dreamland I have this weird dream. I dream that I forgot my house had a big basement and found it. I then went downstairs to the basement. Holly and I then realized we had alot of room in the house. So she proceeds to setup a bar in the living room. Then I question her and she is drunk. I tell her we don't have a liquor license and shouldn't be doing it. She then proceeds to count the money we made. At which point I get really mad at her and kick everyone out, except for the straggler who is in the bathroom and can't drive home. I then get mad at the straggler. I think my adrenaline had kicked in or something. It was a weird dream. Now that I think about it, wasn't that an episode of the Simpsons?