3 months, 1 week and 2 days.

Whew. I thought it was supposed to get easier around this time. HAAA HAAA HAAAA!

He gets cuter, that's for damn sure. Easier? Nuh-uh. I think I have less time now than I did at the start. I've been having troubles with breastfeeding and low supply. My goal is to inch, day by day, as close to the 6 month mark as possible. Every day, when I feed him and then pump to increase the supply and then give that to him to keep up with his demands and gear up for the next round, I think: Seriously? I keep doing this? The answer I usually come up with is: Yes. I keep doing this. At some point, it may just not be feasible any more, but I've reached, what I thought was the end of the line a few times and found a way to push through. We'll see. All I know is these days, I spend a poop of a lot of time thinking about, looking at or giving milk. Milk, milk, milk. I know the international sign for it too : squeeze your hand like you are milking a cow. Yep.

You know what though, it's only 6 months of my life. I have a bottle of Moet and Chandon that I will be cracking the heck open when that little bean gets his first piece of mushy carrot and mom's bazoombs start to ease off the frontlines. I was never much of a drinker, but I intend to chug-a-lug to mark the occasion of getting to the finish line of this breast feeding challenge.

I guess that's also about the time where I'll start dealing with the extra weight. Right now, I'm enjoying the steadfast hold my body is keeping on my post pregnancy weight no matter WHAT or how much I eat. (have you noticed how small easter cream eggs have become?) I've never been able to eat so freely in my life and not have my weight go up. It's sort of kick ass.

Leon is such a charming little buddha. His natural tendency is toward peaceful happiness. He's social and has a sparkling look in his eye of kindness and wisdom. Where is he getting it from?? Not me!

He is certain about his needs though. Hunger and tiredness can turn his humour on a dime. That, he does get from me. I'm actually choosing blogging over napping right now, which is dumb and I will regret it, but hey.

Often, Leon will look at me like he knows waaaay more than I do about everything and like he finds my naivety endearing and amusing. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?

He's a little champion and I can't wait for him to talk to hear what he's got to say.

I go now and catch tail end of nap opportunity before I get back on milk duty, not to be confused with rock and roll duty. Shout out to you Kim Mitchell.