Here is one of those serendipitous photos I love to get (stripes on stripes!). Eli was on the floor so I actually got my camera (gasp!) and snapped about a dozen shots. Here is my favorite. I put it in B&W, too.
So, now is a great time to post a little update on above-pictured sweetie.
- He is almost 6 months old. His pastimes include rolling all over the floor, eating all manner of toys and clothing and feet- but only his (except for that one time...), heavy breathing which fortes into squeals, opening his mouth so wide when he is excited and general adorableness.
- He is eating rice cereal, bananas, avocados and butternut squash. He is finally on a gentle formula instead of Nutramigen. He is not the funnest to feed the bottle, but it can be entertaining. He likes to swat it out of the way when he doesn't want it. Seriously, he has some Karate Kid moves. He gets definite points for coordination.
- He loves his big brothers. They are (mostly) the best helpers. Sean acts silly and thinks the louder he is, the more helpful. Sometimes this is effective. Sometimes. Luke likes to get in his face and sing "EEEElliiiiiiii!"
- He has an appointment this month to get his flat head evaluated. It is looking better since he is more mobile and sleeping on his side.
- Speaking of sleeping, he could be better, could be worse. He wakes up 2-3 times a night to eat. Jeff and I tag-team it, though, so it is bearable.
- Changing his diaper is, well..., more like a sporting event. Let's just say he is a squirmer. Add that to the aforementioned foot eating fetish and I may or may not be out of breath by the time I get a clean diaper on. Plus, I use cloth diapers about 25% of the time. He likes to attack my left arm while I am whipping diapers on and off and adjusting things just so. But I have news for you, Mr. Eli. This is not my first rodeo. I know how to ever so gently pin you down with one arm while using the free hand to assist. I'm pretty sure it's a classic mom-move.
- Although he is happy and generally given to good humor, lately he has been a lap baby. There. I said it. I have a lap baby. But that's okay because he is the cuddliest thing. Well, if he's not whipping his head back and forth trying to see everything going on (while I desperately try to dodge getting whacked in the face by that cute, albeit misshapen head).