Even at 3 1/2 months, you have the ability to test me. You have learned how to throw quite a fit: arched back, red face, scream. You have the whole thing down to a fine art. I am not sure how you know how to do this or why you insist on doing it, but I am really practicing my patience. The worst part is that just minutes later you are smiling and cooing at me and I feel bad for having been upset with you.

I think this is the beginning of the end.
At least your cute.