I am a terrible mother...

Or so my son seems to think. He is currently screaming his little head off in his baby bed in his room, because he kept pinching and hitting me to stay awake. I have decided it is time for him to learn to calm himself down without my intervention. He throws a major fit any time he doesn't get his way, and I just know if I don't nip it in the bud right now I will have hell to pay when he hits toddlerhood. I am so in awe at the difference between Auron and Samantha. I mean besides the obvious boy/girl stuff. Samantha never wanted to be held when she was this age. She wanted to be in the middle of the floor where she could see everything. Auron on the other hand, get seriously pissed the second his feet or butt touch anything other than Mommy or Daddy. Unless of course he is chasing Grace (our cat). He is getting faster and she is getting more and more spooked from running away from him. I don't worry too much about Grace biting the kids, but I worry more everyday for Grace because BOTH kids bodyslam/bite/pull her tail/chase her.... Well, you get the point. Quite frankly Grace was psychotic enough before the kids got so mobile, and now she is taking her frustration out on my living room furniture, and it was shabby before her cuisanart trip. Now its just plain trashy looking. I think declawing might be in order. I just cant decide if I should declaw the cat or the kids. HMMMM.... He stopped crying for almost a full five minutes before he restarted, maybe he is winding down and will pass out soon. Samantha gave herself a bloody lip today. She has been chewing her fingers so bad we have kept socks on her hands for the last week to try and reduce the trauma to her already chapped hands, but her poor lips are so dry and chapped now. She rubs the chapstick off chewing on the socks on her hands. I'm afraid its a lose lose situation. I just hope she doesn't end up with gangrene. That would be more than we could handle I think. Then again, we have already handled nine operations. We have almost lost Sam five times, four from seizures and one from infection, and we almost lost Auron once when he was two weeks old. So I guess we can handle just about anything life throws at us. Well the baby fell asleep finally. And the kicker... He is sleeping sitting straight up in his bed. LOL! How funny is that?! Only one of my kids could pull that off at eight months old.... Well, off to bed now... I hope...