Wyatt Versus the Bottle

Wyatt finally took a bottle the Thursday before I went back to work. For those counting, that means I exclusively fed him for 13 and a half weeks. He enjoyed that and so decided bottles were not his thing. We tried five different brands, had to warm the milk (I know that is typical, but Noah always took his cold), and Nick had to bounce him around in the baby carrier to lull him into a blissful place before he finally took one. Two weeks later and now he's a bottle drinking pro.

Stickered

The joy of having an older brother. Poor Wyatt gets stickered on his face.

3 months

This guy is such a sweetheart. He is sleeping about 8 hours at night, cooing and talking up a storm, smiling all the time, and he even started laughing a couple weeks ago - much sooner than I remember Noah doing so. I'm going to have him weighed at Noah's 3 year appointment, but I know he's been gaining well. He's my little squish.