He’s a delicate soul, not sleeping well unless there’s complete peace and silence. It’s hard to be a little brother sometimes. But he’s doing great with milestones. He’s playing with toys, rolling over, reaching for toys, chewing on his blanket (he pulls it up over his chin like his Mommy does), staring at people and drawings and TV lights, and even trying to hold his bottle already. Reminds Mommy of Austen’s precociousness.