Squee's getting stronger. Which is a good thing. And how can I tell? He's actually able to fend off my attempts to feed him his milk formula, that's how. *growl* But size counts in the battle of feeding Squee. So I eventually win anyway.

That little squirt has also progressed from having canned food being pushed into his mouth to enthusiastically (albeit blindly) champing small globs of food off my surgical-gloved fingers. Aiieee... Squee, I really hope your conjunctivitis clears. And that you'll learn to eat off a dish proper, SOON. There's only so much of your gnawing at my fingers that I can take. Your almost-unnoticeable teeth are SHARP!

Ow ~~*