I think I can say that things are getting a little better though, and Ethan's mood seems to have improved by leaps in the last 3 hours. He didn't even complain at the "I give up" birthday party I threw him. Robert made the scrumptious blueberry pie (his first crust and everything!) and I offered to write him a check in lieu of gifts that I would most likely have to later return.
Sometimes I feel as inadequate and confused about mothering as I did the day we brought Ethan home from the hospital.