As for eating goes...he loves it. More than I would probably like him to actually. Feeding about every hour to two hours during the day and at least every four at night is pretty hard. He is growing like a weed and I don't even notice it until I look at pictures.
On his bad days, it can be pretty hard to find the happy place in my mind. And then I think about how Liam has started to wake up before me for the day, then I wake up to him cooing and looking at me through the mesh of the side of his pack n play with a smile on his face. Or when he wants me to just hold him and talk to him with his big blue eyes. Yes, he is my happy place and my world.
