So I 've just been in for the fourth time this evening between the hours of 7:30pm and 11:00pm to put my six month old son back to sleep. He was crying, well screaming actually, so I decided to change his diaper while I was at it. I was looking at the torturous look upon his face and I had to laugh; I mean how bad is it for you really? I imagine his conversation with Adult and Family Services. "Sometimes (pause) they actually leave the room..without me," he'd say. "They leave the room and I don't know if or when they're coming back.There is another little girl here and sometimes they leave her alone in the same room with me. She scares me. She's so unpredictable. I think she's going to hug me and then she squeezes my neck. She hits my head and then laughs. It's torture!" He's so different from our first child. She could play on her own completely content for a good stretch of time. Our son protests loudly if we leave the room at all and sometimes even when we don't. I know a baby's cry is their only survival tool but does he feel like he is in survival mode still? Good grief, he starts screaming like that and all of a sudden I am frantic; thinking he's having some sort of internal agony like appendixes erupting or kidney stones sticking. But no, it is just my often sweet, goofy little curmudgeon being grumpy. He looked so much like a little old man when he was born. To be fair, he seems to be warming up to the idea of being alive a little bit more every day. We'll just keep showering him with love and see what grows.