Something that makes me ridiculously happy is that Simon is finally getting back into cuddling. From about two months on, he got into the habit of not really sleeping with you or hanging out with you in a peaceful way.
Tonight he got up a little after 10 in a screaming fit of hunger. I pulled him out, and he sleepily drank his bottle. Then after, I pitched him over my shoulder, and he kinds of hugs now. He put his head down on my shoulder and was super peaceful. It was just one of those warm moments that you soak in and could enjoy for hours.
I took him to his room to do a quick diaper change, and just before I put him down, he hurled an impressive spit-up of formula, with a great deal of force. It was one of those that when it hit the floor, it made a very satisfying splat. Scared the crap out of me too! He managed to not really get any on himself, but my shirt was toast, and the floor wasn't much better. But I set him down, and he gave me a little giggle.
Simon also did his first in-bath poop today, which he found amusing.
But for all the shit and spew that comes out of that kid, there are few places I'd rather be than with him. That's love, baby!