Just checking in to say that all is well.
The Tiny Dark Lord had his 3rd birthday this week. For weeks he kept saying he wanted "a blue cake," and then two days before his birthday he changed it to a "brown cake" with "brown ice cream." Much, much better. Blue foods are unholy and not of nature. Chocolate, now, that's totally nature.
He had a great day and loved his cake.
Little Loki is practically a different baby now that, four brands later, we've finally hit on the right formula to feed him. (Did I mention the Breastfeeding Fail 2.0? Because yes.) Gone are the projectile vomits, the hours and hours of evening fussiness, the room-clearing Farts of Death. So although he did reject his family's values by turning his nose up at a Costco product, even Kirkland brand baby formula, I'm willing to overlook it given how much happier and mellow and sleeping and non-screamy he is now.