You can tell who is the budding photographer in our family... and she's only 14.
She's pretty amazing. (In my humble opinion, of course)
And the photographer herself.
Jonah is still awake as I type (9:55 pm), talking in his bed. I have NO IDEA why he's not asleep. We got him down at 8:40, came downstairs and turned the monitor on, and VOILA - awake! He woke up from his nap at 4:30, so I know he's exhausted, but apparently he has plans of his own. Daddy told him he could stay up and watch Monday Night Football.
Apparently Jonah wants him to make good on his promise.
He just ate eight ounces though, so I'm not complaining about anything.
He ate 28 ounces today (Hooray!), but spit up about six. Still, 22 is better than 16. AND today's was the first gusher he's had since Sunday a week ago. Seven days between gushers. That's amazing for him. I'm praying he's growing out of it and that this isn't just a fluke.
As far as the sleeping, he's certainly been sleeping better both at nap time and at night. It's hard to know if the night time sleeping is all natural as we are now giving him Atarax in his bedtime bottle to help with itching (face and feet rubbing). Even before we started the itching med, he was already down to just one wake-up for the most part. Matt will be getting up with him between three and four tonight for another feeding. Hopefully it will go as well for him as it did for me last night.
Oh yeah, in addition to the 28 (really 22) ounces he drank today, he also ate about two ounces of solids... It was a pretty good solids day (sweet potatoes with cinnamon were a success!).
I'm very tired and headed to bed. I don't care anything about staying up to watch football. I'd rather watch the backs of my eyelids.
Matt reports that Jonah is asleep now. Crazy kid. I think he does it just because he knows he can.
Okay, fine. I'll love him anyway.