*squee*

I got a real, honest-to-goodness smile this morning. Ronan's been smiling at Tom for a few days, but has thus far only seen me as a food source. YAY!

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Brandon is the natural carrot-top. I'm the natural calico-top. We don't know what Ronan has yet. His hair appears dark indoors, but outdoors we can see blonde and red hiding amongst the darker strands. Tom thinks the baby will get some version of my hair. I'm holding out for boy's curls.
Five weeks, one day.
Evening time. In the evenings, Ronan sometimes gets fussy. We try everything--bouncing, burping, Gripewater, massage, feeding, diaper changes . . . anything. Twice now, we've by chance discovered what he wants--he wants to lie on his back on the floor. For the first few minutes, toys are cool. He wants one of us near him. He then drifts off after looking around for a few minutes. I cover him up because the AC blows straight out into this room. Afghan by Toni.

About the pacifier . . . . I do encourage Ronan to use *me* as a pacifier, but he hasn't learned how to comfort suckle yet. Sometimes he gets very angry when he just wants comfort and gets copious amounts of fiercely squirting milk. This is usually at a time when he's already fussy. He's also very gassy and very urpy, so if he full-on nurses for comfort, we end up with a very gassy, unhappy baby who constantly barfs. He likes his pacifier and has no problems with his latch on *me*, so we don't mind if he uses it. I don't withhold the boob ever--he's very clear about when he wants the boob and when he doesn't want milk at all.