WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! That's roughly all I said for my first four months. Nothing could calm me down, except running the ol' vacuum cleaner. That's why, in my calmer, more mature state, I was interested in this New York Times story about colic. It suggests all kinds of ethnic folk remedies: Colombian cinammon tea? Latin American spearmint plant? Chinexe acupressure? Indian oil massage? All I ever got was wrapped in a blanket and loud shushing. If only they'd gone the tea-and-massage route, I might have mellowed out much sooner!