Iain had a rough week. Until yesterday.
For days, he was fussy all the time - no smiling, lots of crying, bad napping, and little pleasure in things he used to like. He even fussed on our walk in the Arboretum with the Bowes clan yesterday afternoon.
But Dad came to the rescue. Last night, trying to calm Iain, Charles decided to give him the rice cereal a bit ahead of schedule. He wouldn't take it, but seemed hungry. So Charles took the last bit of milk in the bottle and gave him that. Slurp! It was gone. More milk. Slurp! Gone, too. And rice cereal, and nursing half an hour later. Kid was hungry.
The effect on his mood was amazing. Within minutes he was smiling and cooing and generally back to his old self.
Tonight was Day Two of Project Stuffed-Like-A-Tick. After nursing, a bottle, and rice cereal, we gave Iain a bath. Toward the end, I lifted him up and started blowing bubbles on his belly. He smiled a little. Then Juno came over to check out the action. She started licking his toes while I blew bubbles on his tummy.
In response, he laughed. Well - it was more like a giggly hiccup, but it was laughter.
Hallelujah.
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