"How is your baby?" "He's awake."

Sorry for the lack of updates. Elliott has taken to what Jess refers to as the Vicious Cycle of breast feeding every hour, before spitting up and then pooping. It takes him about 10-15 minutes to breast feed and then he'll spit up for about half an hour before pooping for 20 minutes. That of course is slightly more than an hour to finish the cycle, but since the next cycle begins on the hour, it will often overlap before the previous cycle is done. We're pretty much at the point where he'll be spitting up and pooping while breast feeding. We're like Lucille Ball in the chocolate factory. We're Mickey Mouse in a wizard hat.

Every now and then he'll also fly around the room, from one corner of the ceiling to the other, laughing at us maniacally while terrorizing the cats by flinging yellow wet naps at them.

But he's our little angel and we love him.

Here are some photos...

When Elliott's awake, his arms and legs are normally a little flurry of activity. He's always grabbing around and making cycling motions. When he's about to poop however, he gets a very contemplative look on his face and drops his arms to the side. He holds perfectly still.

It all looks very serene and tranquil until the terrible squirting noise begins.










There's Elliott on his little changing table. You see all those diapers, clothes and wet naps at the top of the photo? Yeah. That was Tuesday.















There's Elliott in the middle of some tummy time. We're slowly but surely training him for Baby Races, Thanksgiving 2007. He is quite the competitor already.

That photo also shows how he's developing a butt crack. For the first week or so, he didn't have a butt crack. It was like one big cheek with a dimple in the middle. I was starting to worry it would never show up. Jess didn't say anything, but kept giving me looks like, I know I have a butt... This lack of butt is Dex's fault.





Last one for now. That's Jess there with the baby at a park near our house. Look how cute mom and baby are. Elliott's very hit and miss with the stroller. Sometimes he falls right asleep and looks super comfy. Other times, he screams like we've thrown him in the iron maiden.









I'll try and throw more photos up more regularly. We'll let you know how the Vicious Cycle works out. Personally, I don't think Jess should have named it anything at all. It's like the Axis of Evil. Better to leave the pooping, spitting up and breast feeding alone to their own devices. Associating them with a name only gives them a starting point to coordinate their diabolical schemes.

Seriously though. Breast feeding is going good, but I'd be lying if I said the poop doesn't smell. It's not a dry heave stench, but there's definitely an odor.