World Peace (or so it seems)

Things have settled in Babyville remarkably. Saturday night Tim and I packed our bags and headed for the hills (Grandma and Grandpa R's hills to be specific). I had run out of pretty much all sanity. For the next two nights G&G babysat James through the nights only waking me to feed him. Oh sweet sleep. Sunday he seemed to be showing signs of improvement with momentary relapses. Monday he was almost completely back to my Sweet Baby James although he still has fussy time at night before bedtime. His feedings have to be carefully monitored or be gets tummy aches. As a rule scheduled feeding seemed like a bad idea, but after much trial and error this has proved to work best for our tiny tot for the moment. If he eats too much milk at a time or too often his tummy starts to hurt and there is nothing Momma or any other soul can do to help.
Yesterday he smiled as a reaction to another person for the first time. It was a monumentus occasion and his efforts were met by many squeals of delight. Auntie K. even got to see it on Skype. It’s the cutest open mouth grin I've ever seen. Then again I am his Momma so what do you expect? Momma may feed him, Daddy is always there for him, Grandpa communicates with him on levels usually reserved for squirrels, but he smiled first at Grandma.