This is not what it looks like. I mean, yes, technically, he is crying. But, it's not because we're torturing him or because he's in extreme discomfort. It's because he's gotten used to routine.
This kid goes at least 2 hours and 45 minutes between feedings during the day. But, he knows that as soon as we change his diaper and get his jammies on then he's due to eat immediately, regardless of how long it's actually be since he's last eaten. Here, I believe it was under the 2 hours and 20 minute mark.
I was actually going to work on a fun photo of him today, but we all laid down on the couch at 9:30pm and woke up at 11:42pm. Now, on average it takes 22 minutes to feed him and get him to sleep for the night. By the time we got through changing him into his jammies, it was 11:47pm. I knew I would not have time to take a photo after getting him to sleep.
So, what does a new father do when his son is screaming for food at the top of his lungs at 11:47pm at night? That's right. He goes to get his camera and takes a moment to get a photo.
That's dedication, folks. No, not to my son (though I love him so much), but to this Piccal. I can't tell you how many mornings I've woken up in a panic that I'd forgotten to take a photo the day before.
Rest assured, had I known Turner was dying of hunger I would've opted to feed him and sacrifice the running Piccal record. But I knew he was just crying out of habit rather than true need.