There's Something About Axe

We are about a week away from Axe’s fourth month. Four months! Axe is growing like the federal deficit and developing his own little personality.

I haven’t given much thought to his budding personality until this weekend. Yesterday was Picasso’s 34^th birthday and to celebrate we over-imbibed Saturday night then recuperated with a surprise barbeque in Picasso’s backyard.

Anyway, at the barbeque one of the partygoers mentioned how quiet Axe was being. In fact, I realized that he is usually somewhat reserved around strangers (unlike his gregarious sister, to whom a stranger is only a friend she hasn’t met yet). So we may have a thinker on our hands… I guess only time will tell.

So what else is new? In the past four months, Axe has reached a number of important milestones… sleeping through the night, rolling over and holding his head up. He also has an interesting habit… throwing up on his father.

Yes, I know there’s difference between spitting up and throwing up. And to be honest, he does like to spit up on me… a lot. But Saturday it was a full on throw up.

P.Pie was out and Axe was fussing, so I made a bottle of formula – a full six ounces. Now normally I’d just make four ounces, but in the last couple of days he’s been eating more so I was loading for bear.

And it turned out to be the right thing to do because he gobbled it down.

A word of note – no matter how rapidly a child is eating, stop halfway through and get a burp.

Can you guess where this is going?

So we go for the after dinner burp (I’ve even got the burp rag on my shoulder) and I get a burp. Along with six ounces of body temperature formula. All. Over. Me.

Yea for dad.