milk, milk everywhere

...and there's plenty to drink. KC had his first major spit-up this morning around three after his feeding session. Milk flying across himself, mom, and the bedsheets.Too bad dad slept through the whole thing. I guess the milk supply was flowing a little too freely this time. What fun. Sometimes KC has more than he can handle, caughing on what barrels down his throat. Other times, he's constantly hungry, crying, and the relatives think I'm starving him. Who can tell what to do? Regardless, he's growing like kudsu at 23 and a half inches tall and 12 pounds of gravity at 6 weeks old today. Gotta go.