Yankees' Opening Day Postponed

Okay, so it was really Mike who was upset about the game (though not quite that upset). Benjamin was having a meltdown because I was three milliseconds too slow in getting him more food.
Benjamin is discovering that he can not only: 1. grab things and 2. put his fist in his mouth, but that he can put things he grabs with his fist into his mouth - well, at the same time as his fist, anyway. My finger is the prey here.
I have no idea what he's trying to do with his tongue here, but he was doing it for a long time. He was also fascinated by his musical aquarium - he usually glances at it for a few seconds and is on to the next piece of entertainment.
He really does occasionally look at the pictures in his books, but the camera always grabs his attention. This book is short enough that we almost always get to the end before he blows a gasket.
Yum, rattle. I think Katie's right...I told her how Benjamin has been really fussy lately and having more crying fits than usual, and she was like, "oh, he's teething?" and I was all, "no, he's not to that stage yet, he's just crying for no reason." But I'm pretty sure I was wrong. And Aunt Katie's right. Again. Like how she knew when I'd deliver. How do you know these things??
My heart melts when he smiles like this. No, he did not skin his knee while walking down the driveway to get the mail, he scratched himself something fierce with one of those wicked little fingernails. Actually, he scratched himself twice; the second time was when he scratched the scab off from the first time.

Dare I say it - I think he's edging toward eating every three hours instead of every two. I've tried offering more formula to encourage more time between feedings, but he hasn't been receptive to it until this week, when he's been demanding it. If his eating habits now are any indication of what kind of eater he'll be when he starts solids, we won't have to worry about him being picky or stingy.

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