the clueless american

After last night's fiasco I could hardly skip writing tonight. I'm typing one-handed while the other arm cradles a mostly content little burrito. I have to say that sleep seems to be the primary ingredient for a successful feeding. I went to bed at 2130 and woke up to the boy at 0040. He was drinking by 0047 and done by 0120. Overall it went pretty well. The biggest problem was that I chose to feed him his bottle while I sat on the floor cross-legged. My lower back is now killing me. Tomorrow night I'll sit in a chair. Otherwise there were no major hangups. He drank almost 100% of the bottle and then stopped all on his own. I gave him some time to enjoy the full feeling, changed his diaper, then wrapped him up. He's now pretty happy but still wide-awake. I'm spending a few more minutes here in the warm office, then I'll load him up in his carseat (favorite sleeping place lately) and set him next to mama. Hear that music in the background? While the credits are rolling on the end to a much-improved night, MJ & TJ are listening to Maná - El muelle de San Blas. Goodnight.