Now Sullivan’s mommy will disagree with me. “Agreeableness” is often subjective and baby Sullivan has been less than pleased with his level of life service lately. The gas pains come in waves so we don’t get the constant screaming, but it’s turned him into the “little man who doesn’t know what he wants.”

Eat a little, no not good enough. Hiccoughs wake me up. Frustrating. Now maybe I’m hungry? Nope, just wet diaper. Nope, just gas. Nope, I am hungry. Very hungry. Nope spit up all that food. Why would you give me all that? No, maybe mommy should just hold me all night? Yes, that would be great, thanks.

He’s very frustrated with the whole deal so far.

I can only say, calm down little fellow, it only gets more intense from here. I mean “life.” Hopefully not the gas pains …