This look is what I like to call "milk drunk." His eyes are half open and there is formula running down his chin. This is the look he gets every bottle, right near the end, before he gets burped for the last time, and then he passes out. That routine is strinkingly familiar...perhaps from too many nights at The Pub.
He has graduated to 5oz bottles. And with the new bottles we are using, he usually finishes each one in about 30 minutes. This is an amazing change from when it took him almost an hour to finish 3oz. This kid is a maniac.
When people ask me now if he has "found his voice," I can say yes. He is still a great baby most of the time. He is super cute and usually when he is awake, he is still just looking around with his eyes as wide open as he can get them. Last night was a whole different story. Holy shit. He was awake...and pissed. Like really pissed. For about three hours. There were a few times of serenity when he would momentarily fall asleep. But then a fly would fart and he would be off and running once again. It was insanity. Travis and I tried everything we could think of. We even tried giving him a bath since he likes being in the water. He did not like the water last night. As a matter of fact, he obviously felt the water was poisonous to his skin and decided to explain that little fact to us by flailing and screaming like a howler monkey the whole time. Which was fun. Hanging on to a wet, soapy, angry baby. Easy as pie.
He finally fell asleep and stayed asleep at about 10 or so. Good gravy.
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