
Jackson is a GREAT baby. He loves sitting in his brothers' laps while they play video games. He's happy hanging out in his swing. Heck, he's even content laying in his bed with his baby gym to stare at. He never crys unless he's hungry or needs a diaper change. Well today he was rotten! And I mean ROTTEN! He was fine this morning, but by mid day...WOW! I tried nursing, I tried a bottle of juice, I held him, rocked him, even put him in the carseat and took him for a little ride (that worked until I stopped the car). I actully was getting a little worried, maybe he was sick. Daddy came home around 6:30 and picked him up and snuggled for a minute and he was fine. I couldn't figure it out. What's dad got that I don't? It really started bugging me. I could see if he was older, my little kids like daddy way better than me. (I'm the mean one) But he's four months old--I should be the favorite...I provide the nourishment! Then it dawned on me...Dr. Pepper. I bought a drink this morning when I got gas and the lemonade wasn't working at the fountain, so I got Dr. Pepper. I don't drink it much these days. I was once a die hard, (two 44oz per day) Pepper Head. The headaches got really bad though, so since I was off of it during my pregnancy (couldn't keep it down!) I decided "no more addiction, I'm done." After today it seals the deal. I'm never drinking it again!! (okay, never is a strong word... maybe just not while I'm nursing)