Baby is *refusing* to breastfeed, preferring instead to smack down formula to the tune of six ounces at a time. Attempts to put my nipple in his mouth results in screaming the likes of which haven't been heard since those U.S.-founded secret Eastern European prisons were still secret. K sent me a lovely nursing shirt today, and I don't know that I'll ever be able to use it to it's proper ability. Alexander is six weeks old today, which means that he might be almost over his growth spurt and will calm down enough to nurse again, or it could mean that we're stuck offering offerings to the formula devils.

Rhetorical question for the New Year: What do you do when your baby's being an asshole?