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!