So I took Jet to work with me. He had a grand time during the staff meeting, playing with his toys, going to check out Bob and Sudipto. Cary and Bob got a little play time with him before the meeting, and Jet wandered about happily during the meeting. Jet also ate crackers, some of the bread Cary brought that his wife A.J had made, and he drank half of his bottle of water. He didn't have any formula, but he did get a change between the staff meeting and my one on one with Bill.
During the one on one, Jet sat quietly in my lap and played with my badge and fell asleep while Bill and I talked. I guess Jet's so used to Bill's voice during meetings that he just falls asleep with it going on. So he slept. He slept through my repacking of everything, slept through getting put into his car seat, slept all the way home and then slept another hour and a half after I got home, so I was able to do all the things Bill wanted done by the end of the day. Whew.
John came home early and took care of feeding Jet solids after Jet had woken up, fed off me, and then played for another hour or two. So that's been very useful as well.
Jet was only up three times last night, all of them mercifully short, though I'm still having problems putting him back to sleep after feeding him because of his separation anxiety. When John takes him, he just goes right to sleep and stays that way after only five or ten minutes with John. So we've gotten into the habit of me getting up to feed him, then handing him over to John to put down, and that's minimized the time up for everyone concerned. That's good.
Kathy's box arrived yesterday, and John unpacked it and put all the gifts under the tree. It's quite the collection, mostly for Jet, as it should be. When John was done with the big box, Jet, of course, decided it would be fun to peer into . He climbed up the side to wobble and stand at the edge, and then he leaned forward and leaned far enough forward that he tumbled, head first, into the packing peanut filled box. Faboosh, peanuts everywhere, and a giggling baby to try and convince *not* to dive back into the box again. I gave up pretty quickly, and he had fun with it until he got bored of tumbling head first into peanuts. It took a while, and it was worth every peanut picked up.