I am recently teething, making this lower lip bite my new favorite face. (this picture is too much to pass up, but blogger is being weird and won't let me flip it)
I won't nurse. When Mommy tries to feed me, I squirm and squeal and make things generally uncomfortable for her. Also, I refuse to sleep unless I nurse to sleep. Mommy has to nurse me back to sleep in the middle of the night as well. For my normal meals though, it is all bottle for me.
Uncle Spencer babysat me while Mommy and Daddy saw Batman, and I was a fussy little monkey. Teach them to leave me at home. (They really liked Batman).
At least I am still gobbling up the baby food like it is going out of style.
Mommy needs a nap....