Owen and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

I didn't have the opportunity to blog yesterday because Mr. Handsome finally showed his Dark Side...Mr. Cranky Pants. This photo was taken during the 10 seconds he was not crying yesterday. All the cutie pie wants to do lately is eat, eat, eat. My bloody, cracked nipples say NO, NO, NO. Boy, if nipples could talk...

We saw the pediatrician today who is VERY happy with Owen's weight gain. The little monster weighs one ounce shy of 10 pounds! (I must have magic milk.) I told her about his cranky spell yesterday, so she checked him up and down. Everything looks good. Both his belly button and circumcision are healed, so Owen can have a "real" bath this weekend. My little boy is growing up so fast. The doc suggested that he could be fussy because his stomach has gotten bigger and he really is hungry. He's been keeping to the same evening and early morning eating schedule...8pm, midnight, 3am, and 7am. There's no schedule between 7am and 8pm. We haven't figured that one out yet.

Mr. Handsome loves his new Jungle Baby Gym. His favorite thing to do is stare at himself in the mirror. With a face like his, who could blame him?