Two Helpings

Today we were a bit off schedule. Gusi woke up several times during the night and seeing how Papi is in Switzerland for a conference, I am flying solo with the sleepless nights. Of course, when Gusi woke up just before 5am he managed to wake the baby up as well. Sigh. Gusi is coming down with a cold--again--so he was coughing quite a bit as he came to bed with me. (He actually wanted me to sleep in bed with him but his twin vs. my king is no match.)

As it turned out, all three of us ended up sleeping "late". Gusi found a position that allowed him to breathe and the baby and I fell asleep as he nursed. Before I knew it 7am creeped up on us and we got our day off. Eventually lunch time rolled around and Gusi wasn't hungry (surprise) and the baby was. I prepared him some squash with rice cereal; it was the second day he was having it and today he liked it much better than yesterday because he gobbled it all up. As I signed "all done" to him he began to cry and whine. I asked and signed "more?" and he kept crying. So, I prepared another helping. He gobbled that one up too. Incredible. I'm sure he would have wanted a third helping but Gusi came into the kitchen like a whirlwind and distracted the baby enough that I was able to get him out of his chair and interested in some toys in the living room. Still, he is growing, and I swear that it is happening faster this time around. Is is possible that time is going by faster? That the rotation of the earth is somehow just a bit quicker? Whatever it is, my baby is leaving behind his "exclusively breastfed" days and happily entering the world of solids...soon he will be toddling alongside his big brother who will be bigger yet. Amazing.