Instead, Miles decided to go through a growth spurt. He was a like a drunken college kid at frat party - chugging away bottle after bottle. We actually went through every single bottle that we owned. I even busted out the ones I had pushed to the back of the cupboard: the ones that this paranoid first-time mom could neither confirm nor deny had the evil chemical BPA. So, no, nothing magical happened at 3:19 on Saturday, but when we woke up on Sunday, it seemed like Miles had gained about 5 pounds.

So, pudge on a baby is cute, right? Sure, Miles is even cuter now, but he's also going bald! He still has hair on the sides and back, so he either looks like an old man or is growing a mullet...or should I say a skullet? The cute pudge and the new hairdo cause me to refer to him as Baby Winston Churchill sometimes. With the baby acne and cradle cap, he's a sure-fire winner to add to a baby dating site, no? Here could be his profile picture..."loves crawls on the beach, candlelit bottle feedings, and hanging out with his best friend Giraffe."

The good news is that, although he is still a bit grumpy sometimes, the smiles and periods of alertness are coming more often now. I discovered a magic invention called a Mei Tai carrier which is kinda like a cross between a sling and a Baby Bjorn. Most of the time, Mr. Cranky Pants will disappear when I put him in it. Either he loves checking out the world or he'll fall asleep in it. Even though it gives me a sore back sometimes, I can actually get some housework done!

And here is the picture that makes all of this hard parenting work worthwhile...






























