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My timing was hardly perfect - but here is the little man mid-sneeze.
A good day from all accounts. As well as being rather angelic during his trip to Central (let's ignore the minor flipout at the baby shop), he also had his first go at taking milk from a bottle. We had read that it sometimes takes months for a baby to figure out how to drink from a bottle and teat. It took George all of about 10 seconds. From what his Mummy said, he took to the bottle like a student to a yardglass at his own 21st. The little monster guzzled down his half bottle of milk and then consulted his mummy for more. Touch wood that this wasn't just a one off, but it's good to know that he will drink from one if he needs to.
Apart from that, nothing to report. The little man accompanied his mummy today to pick me up from work. Bathtime was uneventful, and after daddy managed to make a bit of a hash of putting his onesie on, he finally got given his dinner. As I type this, I can hear the dulcet tones of his mother ("Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.") soothing him to sleep. He had a brilliant night of sleep last night (save for the nuclear bomb in the pants incident at 3:30am, leading to much screaming and wailing as his nappy was changed), and fingers crossed that the clever little bloke does it again tonight.
