I'm working on a theory that DS was a Labrador in another life. He doesn't seem to grasp that food can legitimately belong to other people. If you make the mistake of eating in front of him, he just looks at you, longingly, pleadingly; then if you try to ignore him, starts doing his raptor dance, of the flapping arms and legs and squawks.
Never fails. He's had toast, bagel and cream cheese, yoghurt and clementine off me so far this weekend 
Really sorry to hear you're having a grim time there Kate, but good at least that the temp did go back down for a while and allowed him to get a halfway decent night.
Some doctors (not on here, obviously
) do peddle some shite sometimes LMF. I understood that you could technically sustain a child til they were about 5 on breastmilk and little else, although that may be taking the commitment a wee bit far... And whilst nutrition is very important, it's only if kids are seriously under-nourished that it can affect them badly.
Hope the little tentacled one is doing OK, and happy belated birthday.
Snurk @ 'door furniture' aethel, what mangling of the English language estate agents are responsible for!
Right, when Captain Fluffyhead DS wakes, we'll get off and hit Bluewater!