Capping the Gusher

Noah is now well into his second month of solid food. As I wrote before, he has enjoyed a variety of fruits and vegetables. The latest has been bananas, which he is warming up to. He is gaining weight like crazy. In fact, he is starting to remind me of Ernie's old tenant Al. Al was a crusty old Polish guy who served in WWII and Korea. I believe that he had two purple hearts, and would have had a third if they would have credited his bleeding ears from the shock of a bomb going off near him at Pearl Harbor. Al had sort of the prototypical old Polish man build with no wrists or neck.

Noah is similar. The only thing really separating his forearms from his hands is a little fold in the skin and fat. Cleaning his face is a matter of counting chins. The boy can eat.

The problem is that he still can spew. It does seem to still matter what Amanda eats or drinks. After green beans I am reminded of "The Exorcist." After carrots or sweet potatoes it's like he makes warm orange sherbet all over the place. Either way, it is pretty gross. It's starting to look like we won't see the complete end of spitting up until he is weaned.

It is better than it was, but it's still gross. It's also very inconvenient. Amanda is always doing laundry because we rarely can wear the same pair of pants twice. You do get used to the sour smell after a while though.