For some days now, Alan has been a very bad eater. He has his morning and evening bottles (1/3 formula, 2/3 milk) but other than that, he doesn't eat much. He nibbles on a cookie now and then, eats some crackers and yesterday I even managed to get a slice of jam toast into him. At mealtimes, it's a spoon or two of whatever I offer him, then he turns away in disgust. Believe me, the variety of foods I've offered him is amazing. I never thought I'd woo a male's stomach like this.
The funny thing is that he doesn't seem to suffer at all. He's his usual bouncy self and wears Doug and me to the ground with his boundless energy. Does he just absorb our energy or does he conjure it out of thin air? Babies are an endless source of wonder.