Hello again. Sorry I haven't posted for a while, but this is a reasonably busy week at work and I'm trying to study (albeit unsuccessfully) for my nephrology board examination in 4 days. Not much time, especially since I've spent the last hour changing Anderson 3 different times. Not the typical atomic bomb from below, which happens about every 3 days (daycare got the last one, thank God.) No ... today is "spit up on your new outfit" day.
I blame this mostly on my feeding him. I should stop.
No ... it's not that I don't believe in feeding babies. Any benefit in reduced bowel movements and spit up is counterbalanced by relentless, ear-piercing crying. At least for the first 2 days until they get too dehydrated to cry. (I'm kidding!) Our apartment neighbors are already plotting our deaths. I'm sure they love the 3 AM crying episodes. We don't need to hurry the process along.
I blame my feeding because I let him chow down as much as possible and forget to burp him. Well, I don't really forget. He seems so happy when he feeds from the bottle that I have problems pulling him away. Why take away his joy? Why have him cry like Tammy Faye Baker when there's a strike at Mary Kay? So he eats too much and then urps all over his (and my) clothes. I've got to get better about this.
Here's some new pictures. He smiles without passing gas now! (Mainly because he likes to watch me change his clothes.)
