For the first time in her short life, L had half a bottle of formula (Enfamil PREMIUM Lipil, for those of you scoring at home) tonight. Miraculously, she has slept without as much as a peep for four hours—something the little coconut-head has never done before.

As we increase her formula intake and wean her off of breast milk, I expect more of the same performances. Soon enough, I’m sure she’ll hit 70 home runs.

In all seriousness, what is that stuff? I mean, I’ve read the packaging and done more research on it than many scientists (I’m sure). But colloquially speaking, what the hell is in there? It took our great baby and made her even better. It’ll take her poops and essentially super-size them. It also is enabling my wife to sleep more and pump less.

It’s as if this formula is some wonder-drug.

I understand that breast-feeding is that absolute best-case scenario for a number of benefits, including bonding and sharing immunity. I also understand that no matter how incredible the synthesized products might be, nothing can match the nutritional value of breast-milk.

Still, I don’t get why so many medical professionals are so adamant about new moms breastfeeding for two full years.

From my perspective as a Dad, breastfeeding is hard; especially when the little critters get teeth. It requires incessant pumping. It can cause infections. And sometimes—logistically speaking—it seems like a royal pain in the butt.

This formula stuff ain’t perfect, but it does the job. It gives ‘em what they need. It lets ‘em sleep through the night. It makes manic wives happier by keeping them away from the evil breast pump. And perhaps the best part: We dads can give our babies formula at any time, in any place, with just about any apparatus we have on hand.

One night in, I’m a fan.