Today I can't seem to understand you as I use to. First of all the feeding times are all messed up, since you came early each time yesterday. That's why we had to feed you twice last night (although technically half past five might be considered the morning). Today's schedule became a mess. I fed you at nine, twelve and three, which makes it one feed to many (the half past five one should have been at seven). But halfway through the morning I didn't care about that anymore, 'cause you were awake and not happy. To pass time I layed you on the bed and took some pictures of you. Then I rubbed your little legs and feet with bodylotion.
That look is also very convenient, because it makes people want to hold you (and hug and kiss you) So even without words, you know how to get your message accross!
So our little man has a primal need to be in a kingsize bed after dinner. Not just yesterday and today, but everyday. He cries when we put him to bed after his bottle, and when we gently lay him in the big bed, he sighs and relaxes. We surrender by laying next to him, which makes him groan with pleasure. He sleeps comfortly between mum and dad, not even minding the Sunday soccer playing on the television. In the old days the two of us (now your mum and dad) lay here after dinner to relax after a days work. I even got some sleep most evenings. Now we just stare at you sleeping and catch the pacifier when it drops from your mouth. Not only have you become the center of our world - once daily you are the center of our bed.
Finally, at 15.30 you got your bottle. I hoped you'd skip a feed, and would wake up at 19.30. But no way, at 18.00 you were more than ready to be fed again! Well, I still sensed an opportunity: what if you skipped the 20.00 bottle and slept till the early night? No! You stuck to your schedule of laying in our big bed, as you do every night around dinnertime. So we had to cuddle you and yes, feed you again at nine.
