The Bean is not yet one, so we constantly state his age in months. Since that changes every… month… and I won’t be updating this that often, we will just say he’s a baby. He is so unlike his brother, I had motherhood whiplash when he was born.
The Bean is vociferously opinionated, loves his mommy more than anybody else in the world, and wants to eat milk as much as possible. He is torn between wanting to be held every waking (and sleeping) moment, and wanting to explore the big wide world and do everything himself.
Baby feeding is it’s own topic and not one I am qualified to address. He basically eats what we eat in the amounts he chooses. And then he fills in all the cracks with milk. Yummy yummy milk.