taste of formula since we left the hospital. He seemed to tolerate it fine, but at his next feeding (which I gave him on the couch you see in the photo), he spit everything up. It soaked through my jeans and my long underwear and even stained the orange boxer shorts I was wearing. It also got down into the seam between the cushions of the couch, but I think I was able to clean it all up (it appears that we were wise to get a leather couch and love seat). Emilio didn't cry, but he got hungry a little later and Maria Jose fed him the rest of his bottle. He's sleeping now--snoring a little bit, actually--in his car seat (which keeps him upright). When he cries, I can sometimes get him back to sleep by placing him on my chest--as in this photo, which Maria Jose took today before I left to work on the syllabus I will give to my students on their first day of class tomorrow.
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Monday, January 09, 2006
Rich Corinthian Leather
Today Emilio had his first 
taste of formula since we left the hospital. He seemed to tolerate it fine, but at his next feeding (which I gave him on the couch you see in the photo), he spit everything up. It soaked through my jeans and my long underwear and even stained the orange boxer shorts I was wearing. It also got down into the seam between the cushions of the couch, but I think I was able to clean it all up (it appears that we were wise to get a leather couch and love seat). Emilio didn't cry, but he got hungry a little later and Maria Jose fed him the rest of his bottle. He's sleeping now--snoring a little bit, actually--in his car seat (which keeps him upright). When he cries, I can sometimes get him back to sleep by placing him on my chest--as in this photo, which Maria Jose took today before I left to work on the syllabus I will give to my students on their first day of class tomorrow.
taste of formula since we left the hospital. He seemed to tolerate it fine, but at his next feeding (which I gave him on the couch you see in the photo), he spit everything up. It soaked through my jeans and my long underwear and even stained the orange boxer shorts I was wearing. It also got down into the seam between the cushions of the couch, but I think I was able to clean it all up (it appears that we were wise to get a leather couch and love seat). Emilio didn't cry, but he got hungry a little later and Maria Jose fed him the rest of his bottle. He's sleeping now--snoring a little bit, actually--in his car seat (which keeps him upright). When he cries, I can sometimes get him back to sleep by placing him on my chest--as in this photo, which Maria Jose took today before I left to work on the syllabus I will give to my students on their first day of class tomorrow.
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