Felix insisted on bringing out the school bus to have breakfast too:
Max started off playing with his star, but he was also (as usual) fascinated by his older brother. This isn't quite yet a mutual admiration society, but so far open hostilities haven't broken out. Carolyn and I are planning a series of confidence-building measures. Here's Max holding his toy star:
Breakfast was interrupted by a roaring sound. Was it a neighbor doing some construction? An airplane? Felix correctly identified the sound as a helicopter:
Close examination revealed it to be a "white top", part of the presidential fleet. They often circle Arlington on Saturday mornings, presumably for exercise.
Then it was time for Max to get his breakfast:
It's important to take time out during feeding sessions to play. Important to me, that is; I'm not sure whether this is approved procedure. Max enjoys playing the "hand game", where I help him clap his hands.
Then we tried Max in a couple of other positions:
In the end, Max managed just a few sips from the bottle, despite gumming enthusiastically at it. We blame the bottle's slow-flow nipple; at the noon feeding we'll try a turbo nipple for a change. It is true that our friend D. ("the baby whisperer") is able to get Max to take the entire bottle without resorting to high-throughput nipple technology, but it's possible she doesn't have to contend with the same distractions that we do:
