The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase; if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.

There are more pros than cons to having a wife who is an absolute champion when it comes to breastfeeding. I'm deadly serious here, Jen would be a lock for Olympic gold if they ever introduce it as a competitive sport. The simply massive Henry was exclusively breast-fed for nigh-on six months (at which point he was the size of the average one year old), and didn't fully wean (his own call) until eighteen months old. In all of that time Jen soldiered through, producing bountiful good stuff to keep him ticking along as healthy as a boy giant could be.

That said, he is also a fussy little bugger who demanded his mother's full attention during feeds, had four teeth at sixteen weeks and refused outright any notion of expressed milk in a bottle. So the pressure was very much upon her.

The pros should be obvious: health benefits (for both mother and baby); good bonding time; less sickly kiddies; huge cost savings; no fumbling about with formula, bottles and teats; less vomit; less constipation and so it goes. For a father, the benefits also extend to less of a burden at feed times, and (best of all), you're not up all through the night with a ravenous human gorging on you (with teeth)! A bit of burping when required, but even that seems to be less with a breast fed baby.

That said, the fellow does inevitably miss out on some of the more immediately appealing (from the sidelines) one-on-one stuff with a newborn. Thankfully, Jen is such a champ that she doesn't mind me asking all manner of questions, having a taste, as well as crawling all over her trying to get more of a feel as to exactly what goes on during a feed.

Whereas Henry eventually broached no notion of anyone even daring to watch while he had his dinner, Ezra is still at that point where he grazes throughout the day, and cares little beyond the fact that he is perched in front of a pair of breasts, full of milk and ready for action! Thus, I can survey the whole scene and take notes (and the odd photograph).

Thus today's marvellous picture. Taken from just over Mum's left shoulder, here is the newest member of the family happy as can be, one breast into his lunch today. A mellow eater, Ezra likes to dine the old fashioned way, with a nap between two large courses. I honestly think that you'd struggle to find such a blissful scene anywhere in the world that didn't involve a man and a generous serving of food (or bust?)