Yeah, little mouse noises or little kittycat noises ... they seem to convey happy stuff, like contentment or alertness or dreams or something.
He continues to be a chowhound, requiring us to double our estimated burn rate of formula. And he's efficient... holds it ALL down.
The kids are all stacked into Helen's room, where Oma (mother-in-law) maintains an air bed. But Helen is liable to migrate by some mysterious astral means to momma's bed sometime during the wee-wee hours.
I haven't done diddly about the addition. First I need to count my nickels, which means I need to know what the post-tax figure is, which means I need to send in my taxes, which means ...
Helen is still all excited by the novelty of a "Beebee!". She loves being called a Big Sister. By extension, we're now Big Mommy, Big Daddy (oh, don't I eat TAHT one up with a small spoon!) and Big Oma. Oh, and "Big Nose". |
