Emory is slowly being weaned off of formula and moved entirely over to breast milk. Unfortunately, we were forced to try formula during the first 48 hours of life due to some problems that arose after he was born. (A post for a later date.) Well, the formula seems to have an appealing smell to our beloved Myrtle Man. I’ll finish a bottle and Murray will sneak over, steal the thing from the dresser/table, whatever, and bring it to his den. Yesterday, I had my mother hold it up to see what would happen.