Little Victor held out longer than anyone else in my family, but he finally started coughing and sneezing this week. For the past three days he’s been throwing up, but only his formula. He’s still okay with the boob-juice.
Tonight (Saturday) he drank about 1.5ozs of formula without incident, so the next time he got hungry we thought it’d be a good idea to give him more, but after a few seconds it was like watching The Exorcist. He covered his poor mom’s favourite sweater in sticky milk stuff… honestly, he took in about an ounce but projectile vomited enough to fill a shoe box.
It was pretty awesome to watch all that stuff come out of something so small. And out so far… he looked so relaxed, but he must’ve shot that stream about six inches away from his giant head.
My girlfriend doesn’t think he’s lost any weight this week, despite his not being able to eat the formula. Before he got sick his weight was up to 8lbs 9ozs, and she’s actually pretty sure he’s put on another half pound.
Personally I think she prefers having the bottle put aside, she always seems happier semi-naked. They fell asleep on the couch tonight while they were still attached.
Victor’s great-grandfather spent a few hours with him at my girlfriend’s place on Friday. My grandfather was sick last week with whatever it was that I had, so they hadn’t seen each other in a while. My grandfather held his great-grandson for at least twenty minutes before he got tired.
Having Victor and my girlfriend around gives my grandfather a chance to tell all of his stories again.
aside… he just regurgitated on his mother again. I’ve never seen another human being do it so effortlessly. It does knock him out though.
So… yeah, my grandfather is trying to spend as much time here as he can. Unfortunately his memory is a little wonky, so instead of knocking on my girlfriend’s door he’ll knock on the shed door. Then, when there’s no answer, he’ll go home and call here wondering why we wouldn’t let him in. He did that twice this week.
We’ve offered to bring Little Victor to his retirement home, but my grandfather needs all the excuses he can get to get out of that place.
This week Victor and I watched “Stripes”, “Bladerunner”, “Spartan”, parts of “Rushmore”, and I introduced him to “Muse”, “Andrea Simms-Karp”, “Queen” and “Kings Of Leon”… he’s a little unsure about KOL. As are we all little buddy, as are we all.