INS

Don't call the border control quite yet, but have their number on speed dial.

Suki and I have our bags half packed and the car(s) fueled up and we're just about ready to cross the border...to insanity.

My first time as a new dad has been very new. Suki's second time as a mom has been new. The Professor is a handful or should that read earful for the last 12 weeks. Reflux, colic, green shits, drooling, and general fussy demeanor have left everyone and everything in the house on edge.

We've seen pediatricians, spoken to lactation consultants and read more than most on all of the above ailments and yet he still cries incessantly. I'm hanging my hopes for a piece of sanity on the premise that the first three months are the hardest. Suki, is losing hope rapidly and is worried about everything.

Her diet consists of nothing, and yet it doesn's seem to help with his food reactions. She is longing for a Conehead Sundae, I look forward to getting her one.

But if we are to switch from breastfeeding to formula, Prof HAS to eat from a bottle...easier said than done. It sucks (or in his case he doesn't).

We continue to try to comfort him and I support whatever we end up doing (BF or formula), I just want everyone to be healthy and sane...it may just mean my sanity remains as well.

We take turns losing our cool, unfortunately today, she's at the breaking point and I'm stuck at work. Thankfully her family is close and is coming up big for us. Perhaps we can take some time, decompress, talk about our options and regain our optimism once again.

Until then I'll be stopping at the store for earplugs and a visa.