Friday, July 18, 2008

Jack Attack

So far today, I've been puked on twice by Jack, and it's only the early afternoon. Apparently his eyes are bigger than his stomach. He must have been overeating; instead of a polite burp or satiated belch after his feedings, he spewed vomit. Thankfully, this happens only a small percentage of the time. You'd think I'd learn and feed him on the accursed plaid couch instead of my comfy recliner.

Yesterday, at 3 weeks old, he weighed 7 pounds, 15 ounces, up from a birth weight of 6 lbs., 3 oz. So the little guy is definitely thriving in spite of the occasional spit up.

2 comments:

heather said...

Oh Joyce you have a colorful way of saying it. :)

If you get enough spit up on the plaid couch, do you get a new one?

Wish I could hug that little Jack!

Anonymous said...

Well, I might have to borrow Jack and let him puke on my ugly plaid couch :). Jan