It's kinda like holding a bomb

Holding a baby that's upset in a restaurant, that is.
Went out to ChaChaCha's with my sisters for dinner tonight. Sweet baby boy Adam was an absolute angel to the extent that complete strangers were coming up and oogling and googling over him. The music was playing loud, people were everywhere, funny lights, Christmas wreaths, fun things to look at, an array of different people to look at, outfits of every sort- he was in a sound and vision ZOO!! And my sweet boy, he watched, smiled, and absorbed while we waited 45 minutes for a table. (the place is AWESOME, of course there's a wait, any night you go there- well worth it though)

We sat down, and not 5 minutes later, he let loose and let us know how much he had been bothered by loudness/overwhelming feeling of having too much, too many people, too many sights, not enough Mama holding. For an hour (maybe longer??)- we took turns carrying Adam, or I would carry Adam and my sisters would feed me. The "carry" would have to be gentle, with his head nestled in my shoulder, and me lightly rocking from one leg to the other, no jerkiness at all. My sisters would feed me bites as I leaned over ever so precariously as to not rouse him from his comfy position on my shoulder. At one point, my sister asked if she could carry him- and I said: "Ok- but...it's kinda like you're holding a bomb" -- Meaning, there was a VERY special way you had to hold him to make sure he didn't LOSE IT. They did a great job- they took turns taking him outside & enabled me to finish the rest of my meal and even have a little sangria.

Thanks for a good night ladies. :)