Iain's sitting on the floor, alternately mouthing his precious Breakstone cottage cheese container, laughing at Juno, and sucking on his bottle.
This is today's new thing. He was sitting up in his chair, leaning forward and playing with the bottle. That freaked me out. So I put him on the floor with the bottle so that if he tipped forward he wouldn't fall and break his neck.
He drank a little, then put the bottle down and picked up a toy. Then he drank a little more. Then he put the bottle inside one of his paper boxes and played with a different toy. In other words: he's treating that bottle like a nice glass of wine you drink slowly while you relax with the day's mail. Flip through a catalogue - sip - pet your dog - sip - check out the headlines - sip.
It's just amazing the difference a few weeks make.
Meanwhile, poor Daddy is upstairs, passed out from Dramamine. He's got a stomach bug. All good wishes are welcome, as he is having a Very Bad Day.
P.S. Whenever Juno huffs and puffs (that half-bark dogs make when someone drives by), Iain laughs like a loon. I wonder if he thinks she's talking to him?