We got this crazy outfit from the sweetest, 80-year-old Brazilian lady in our ward. Complete with faux blue jeans, imitation arm tatoos, and skull and cross bones do-rag. Wouldn't want to meet this dude in a dark alley.
Jonah is spitting up as much as ever. It's like his eyes are bigger than his stomach. Lucas was exactly the same way, and I guess grew out of it sooner or later but I go through burp cloths and outfits like you wouldn't believe. I warn anyone who wants to hold him and I keep trying to tell JB that he's not going to make friends if he keeps throwing up on them. But I guess it's just one of those lessons he's going to have to learn the hard way. This lovely picture is when he urped and then rolled over into it. It didn't quite catch the nuance of the curdled milk dripping from his eyelashes. Wanna kiss?
These last three nights Jonah has slept in his own room and not ours for the first time. It was actually kind of hard for me to have my baby so far away. Granted, I slept great but it felt like such a big step. He's sleeping most the night from about 10pm to around 5am, except for last night he needed a feeding at 2am. Thank you Aaron. This is picture of the wall hangings I have up in Jonah's room. The first day I put it up Lucas walked into the room and exclamined, "That is SO Julia Ditto!"(one of my very best friends) I'll take that as a compliment, thank you.
Maybe Cotton is adjusting to baby after all.
