Conor is doing very well. Despite my worries that he was becoming a Mommy suck, he spent a couple of days at day care while I painted without any major crying fits. He actually enjoys time there, playing with the other babies and out of reach of his rough and tumble big brother. He's growing fast and catching on to his brothers antics quickly. Yelling matches seem to be the flavor of the week. He eats like a horse making it tough to find enough baby friendly foods to keep a variety on hand, but he's not really picky. He can crawl as fast as I walk and routinely lets go of the furniture and stands there but hasn't taken steps alone yet. I'm sure it won't be long. He'll be walking by his birthday I think.