It seems as though over the past 11 months, we have created a monster. A 30 inch tall, 20+ pound monster, who drools, craps his pants (regularly!), and enjoys nothing more than tormenting his surroundings. Now, even with the colic (and thanks in part to his sensory issues and subsequent autistic spectrum diagnosis) and dislike … Continue reading Don’t Give Me That Goody-Goody-Goody Bullshit