if Ethan could talk...

...he would probably say, "Finally!"

The poor boy has only been eating 6 oz at a time because I hadn't bought the 8 oz bottles (pictured below) yet...

His mama only feeds him vegetables- he hasn't even tried a single fruit.

& his mama still makes him suck from a 'slow-flow' nipple to work harder to get his formula.

It's a wonder how he is in the 95+ percentile.

Well, the bigger bottles were purchased.

He still only gets veggies.

And we're saying, "Finally!" because we might have cracked the Ethan-code for a full night's sleep. We had been trying to keep him up for a last feeding, because somehow this chubby little thing didn't think he had enough fat storage to make it through the night... but I remembered back to the days when Charlie was his age and slept beautifully through the night and he went to bed at 7 p.m. Well, we put Ethan down at 7 last night and ta-da!

I had to pinch myself this morning.

I'm not saying that the bigger bottles are his reward for a good night's sleep...but sort of.