Doodlebug Update

He's still the cutest baby ever. But besides that he's changing by leaps and bounds. We got our first social smile at the end of last week, and it made all the sleeplessness worthwhile. He still loves to sleep in our arms during the day, however, he's sleeping the whole night in his cosleeper (although truth be told I have to wonder if he was sleeping with us part of the night because he needed to or because I needed him to). He's looking us directly in the face for long periods and he's spending quiet time in his Pack N' Play looking at the black-and-white cloth book we put in there for him. For the first time, he's been fussy in our arms and calmed down once we set him down. He's definitely taking more in, studying things. He's just as fussy as ever, but he's crying much, much less. Of course, some things haven't changed. He's still feeding every two to three hours, round the clock. He's still contorting his body into the most uncomfortable looking positions and then falling happily asleep. He still snorts. And he still can't find my breast even when it's right in front of him. There are few things funnier than having him first try to latch onto mine or Adam's shoulder, and then when we bring him to my breast, to have him turn his head in the opposite direction. There's also his puppy dog move where he pants, moves in, moves out, frantically shakes his head a few times, and then comes back in to eat with passion. When he's done, he's downright drunk, smacking his lips, leaning back, and often taking a little snooze. What worries me, though, is his constant spitting up. During the day, he overeats and then loses much of it within minutes (at night he eats a small amount rather quickly and efficiently and falls back asleep, with nary a drop of drool). I'm afraid we have a budding bulemic on our hands.