I finally had some success, (if you can call it that) with Andrew today. He was starting to fuss and act upset, when low and behold, the idea to raise him up in the air and say. "woooooooooooooo" and then kiss him on the cheek. It elicited smiles each time I did it. Eventually he started to look at my Napoleon Dynamite poster I have. Andrew must be envious of his sweet bow staff skills or something. Perhaps it's the affinity of boondoggle he made last year at camp.
Georgette is working on getting him on a routine and that seems to help a lot with his mood. Instead of putting out the fires of his wailing and crying, she feeds him a little earlier and plays with and then off to bed. He still thinks he has to be awake all the time for fear that he will miss something.
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