The fattest skinny guy I know
Young Miles gained 3.5 ounces in just 2 days. This is very exciting for everyone involved, particularly me, because I was getting pretty drained (literally and figuratively) by the breastfeed-pump-syringe-feed cycle. I think we’ll skip the syringe feeding from now on and just let him suck off the fat of the land (again, literally and figuratively).
Just when I thought he was getting so big, I saw him next to his Uncle Tyler.
He was awake for a good chunk of time this morning, which is cool since it seemed to be a signal that he’s learning the difference between day and night. He’s zonked out again now, though. I hope he wakes up soon. Ol’ Bessie could use a draining.
You can expect at least 90% of my posts in upcoming weeks to have cow metaphors in them. I’m vaguely aware of current events (Michigan’s Democratic caucuses somehow didn’t count…Suckabee wants to change the Constitution to make it less gay…), but most non-baby things are a blur.
I can also say that, in the last year, I have had both a flat stomach and a shapely chest. Sadly, these events did not coincide.
I also feel slightly weird writing that, knowing how many work people now know about this blog. Read at your own risk, suckers!
OK, so how’d you work out the “photos only available to comment makers” thing? Very slick.
I have this mental image of Huckabee sitting at his desk with a copy of the Constitution, looking back and forth between it and his WWJD bracelet as the lightbulb over his head begins to pulsate with a very, very dim glow.
Scratch that. You must’ve been editing as I commented.
Yeah, no magic yet. We’re tired and busy.
I know I’m supposed to be enjoying this time before baby but it blows my mind that my “lil’ O” is still gestating in my ribcage and such while you are breastfeeding your lil’ monkey.
Sounds like having it early is a bit rough with the feeding, however…
p.s. we still haven’t settled on names and have no idea if its going to be a “Girl-O” or a “Boy-O”.
His Uncle Tyler is kind of cute. Also way too young for me to be checking out, so forget I said that. 🙂
Uncle Tyler will be 25 next month. He’s single, smart, nice, almost done with his Masters degree, and poised for a big career bump. He’s also in excellent shape.
If he’s reading this, he’s probably also very embarrassed that I wrote it. Sorry, Ty.