Burp!

That's what Eli needed to do last night and couldn't. He got a tummy ache and kept his daddy up. He finally burped and slept until 5:30. Then he wanted a bottle and wasn't going to wait for anything. Christian had to get his own clothes out and dress while I supervised. He is pretty good at this; I just watch for outgrown clothes, which has happened often. I can't keep up with either of the boys. Christian is long and lanky, and Eli is squat. I barely got this six-month shirt on him this morning. He looks like a football player. I call him my chunkmunk, and he has taken quite a liking to oatmeal cereal, scarfing half a jar down last night before I stopped him. I'm going to have another big boy!