It may never happen again, but he slept through the night last night! From midnightish to six-thirtyish! I had gotten in the bad habit of just staying in the living room until his middle-of-the-night episode and then moving us both back to the bedroom, but I woke up on the couch this morning (six weeks one day, for future reference), mystified. Yay! I laughed my ass off a few weeks ago when I saw in one of the weekly your-baby-is-x-weeks-old emails that sleeping five hours in a row counts as sleeping through the night. Um, no. Sorry, but I think six is the minimum to qualify as a night’s sleep. We did it! I just wish I hadn’t done it on the couch. D’oh. Hopefully tonight won’t be a disaster now that I’ve gotten so cocky.
We’re also getting a lot more social smiles. I could fill a Scrooge McDuck swimming pool with them and never get out. This one is from just over a week ago, but they sure aren’t getting any less cute:
Anyone have any magical burping tips? I feel like we waste too many feedings or parts of them because he refuses to (or can’t, don’t really know of course) burp, then he pukes up what looks like it has to be almost everything he just ate. Doesn’t seem to bother him much, but here is where I get all angsty about wasting all that liquiiiiiiid goooooolllllld. Also, all of this: