Grateful

We've had 2 wonderful days and one less than great night with out little hooligan this weekend. How different a mindset one can gain with 2 magical days like that.

We decided on Friday night that we would only give Cohen milk or formula from a bottle yesterday and today and it's worked out wonderfully, much better than I could ever imagine.

He's far less fussy when he drinks from a bottle, be it my milk or the formula that gives him breath that smells like someone living in Ireland in 1840 during the great potato famine. I'm not sure why I think that but everytime I smell his formula breath, I'm 1) so glad he has breath 2) wishing it didn't smell like he'd been eating raw potatoes. Baby halitosis at it's finest.

But he's taking a bottle like he's an old pro. You'd never have guessed that only 2 weeks ago he was pushing it away and kevetching like an old Jewish man.

And the little man is packing on the pounds now that he's consuming 5 oz at every feeding. I can't tell you how much I love knowing how much he's getting. When you're breastfeeding, it's always a crap shoot, unless you pump all the time.

The weaning to formula is going well. I'm hopeful that by my start date of my new job on May 10 we'll only have one or two feedings per day still left on the boob. I'm considering feeding him in the middle of the night and possibly in the morning, the 2 feedings I know I can provide 5 oz  for. But it all depends on ol' lefty--the problem child that keeps me up in pain at nights. I did have a plugged duct last night but the little feller sucked it out this morning and so today was a good day.

Okay, that's enough for now. More soon. In the meantime, here are some photos I adore almost as much as I adore the subject of the photos.

  Be still my heart.

Pants are overrated, Mum.
  

Exhausted from helping Mummy drum up some Pampered Chef sales. Pedaling spatulas is HARD work, my boy.