The boy is doing better – he’s over a pound now, and his sister is almost a pound and a half. He seems to do well so long as I bottle feed him every other feeding. In between, he nurses from mom and tans his tummy under the heat lamp. Life is, apparently, good.
After I’m done bottle feeding Fat Boy (which is his unofficial nickname at the moment), Sailor gets his leftover formula. She’s quite happy with this arrangement, and has started to look forward to bottle time almost as much as he does. Tonight she was so eager she didn’t even want to wait for me to take the formula out of the bottle – check out the film clip after the cut, along with some gratuitous photos of puppy bellies.
By the way, as I mentioned in the comments down below, Sean now officially wins the title of ‘world’s most fearless pet food tester’, because yesterday he…
Of canned tripe.
Bow to the awesomeness that is Sean’s cast iron gut. He actually said it didn’t taste that bad – but this is the guy who I watched eat a plateful of BBQ pig snout in .St. Louis, so take it with a grain of salt – and a bottle of pepto.
Don’t forget – pix and a vid clip after the cut.