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.