These days I have been catching up with my long lost friend, sunrise. Like a good friend the sunrise is always there for you. Little golden tendrils creeping across the wall warming the room. Feeding a baby is all about patterns. We have a rhythm that has been made a routine. Little DK is still on a every two hour feeding schedule. We get an occasional three hour span which happens about once a day now, often at night. He still suffers from reflux and has been my constant companion all day long. We are working on transitioning him to be an independent sleeper but I know from experience that this is going to be a long tricky process. So we, he and I, have been reacquainting ourselves with dear old friend sunrise greeting the morning with quiet contemplation.