barf, barf, everywhere barf

Up until today, I would've said that Jack was not a baby prone to spitting up. He generally eats, burps and is done with the regurgitation. However, today we experienced a barf on the Exorcist scale. It ended up on his toes - not just exaggerating here. He needed a bath to remove the chunks. That was just his way of showing us that the Costco brand formula will not do. He has expensive tastes, and he'll use his vomit to ensure that they are met, thank you very much. As soon as Rob got home, he went out to buy Jack's favorite formula. No chundering since. Here are a few pictures of a day in the life of Jack. Hopefully he will not need therapy later to deal with the trauma of being forced to sleep with baby dolls, two Ariel dolls and his sister. Eww...


the things little brothers have to endure




Audrey and her pre-bedtime attitude



closeup


Jack in his evening bondage wear (no legs), there is usually a wrap too that we use to pin down his arms( I will get pictures of that). The super swaddle. A friend called it the larva baby look. He likes it really...