it's had some drawbacks. Gone are our longish sleep sessions of four
or even five straight hours. Hongry Boy wants boob, every two, maybe
three hours. Also, two days ago, his cry changed. Out of nowhere came
the distinct timbre, like Violet in Willy Wonka's factory, but I want
my breast milk NOW, mommy. And, with all this good eating, comes
energy. So the various entertainments we have on hand are coming out.
The pictured little playland includes a Mozart loop, recorded on a
Casio mini-keyboard from 1981, that Tara says might cause her to
locate our good hammer. But Jackie seems to dig it.
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