Anger Management

I don't know what's up with that boy the last few days, but he's been angrier than a, well, hungry baby in a topless bar.

Everyone is always telling us what a wonderful baby Quin is, and it's true, he really is. But once in a while he has a monumental meltdown, our very own Chernobyl in a tiny skinbag.

On Saturday we were an hour and a half late to a wedding rehearsal dinner because Quin completely lost his cool. He turned colors I've never seen before (and not because I'm color blind).

He's still sleeping through the night great, but during the day, he's madder than hell most of the day. We're thinking he might not be feeling good, perhaps the same little stomach bug Elizabeth has. Or maybe he's going through a growth spurt. Either way, I'm sure it will pass in a few days. Until then, Elizabeth will feel sorry for Quin, and I'll get a giggle every time he shoves his bottom lip out until it touches his belly button. It's actually pretty funny if you look at it the right way.