Wetness

The little one's caloric intake continues to increase. Drop by drop, her daily feedings become more filling, more voluminous, more... wet. I've had to tuck both a bib and a burp cloth under her chin to make sure her clothes don't become saturated with formula or breast milk.

We've moved up a size in the bottle nipples, which means she's gone from drinking to guzzling whenever I feed her. Add to that the onset of Drool Season and her ability to pee like a fire hydrant and you have a very wet baby. My only consolation is that she almost never spits up. Thank God.

We're still sticking to cloth diapers, though. My sweetie has managed to keep up with the laundry. My brother has already predicted an end to that because, he says, our next kid will in fact be twins. There's a history of them in my sweetie's family. We'll see how that little prediction turns out.

She's gaining weight, too. She tipped in at almost 12 pounds the other day, which makes her nearly double her birthweight. Not bad for a kid who was barely bigger than my lunch bag on her birthday.

So far, so good.