We’re convinced that our angelic baby’s soul has been kidnapped by an evil banshee. This weekend, just in time for Alex and Dominic’s visit, Grammy has entered a new stage of screaming uncontrollably at about 120 dB in extremely shrill tones, especially in small, enclosed spaces. And she’s inconsolable–I’ve tried everything, from nursing to jellybeans. It’s driven me to tears, it hurts so much not to be able to do anything. We decided that it could be a) teething; b) she must have swallowed something that’s unable to pass; c) ear infection; d) demonic possession. The first three were ruled out by Tylenol, normal bowel movements, and lack of ear-pulling and fever, so it must clearly be d, and cherry-flavored Tylenol doesn’t seem to work.

Or maybe it’s that we’re off her normal schedule, and partied too much with Alex and Dominic this weekend. Grammy sang and danced with us into the wee hours Sunday night (9:15, for all of you out there ready to *tsk* at us for being bad parents) for our little karaoke get-together.

So before we rush over to our local Catholic church, we’re going to see how the next few days of strict baby schedule affect her behavior.