Those were the three times he usually took his milk and he drank quite a large amount during each feeding.
If the timing was delayed, he would become restless, making it very clear that something was wrong.
Bella had even started joking that her son had somehow developed a personal timetable before learning how to hold his own head properly.
And then there was his obsession with colours.
Orange and purple.
Those were his favourites.
Whenever Bella dressed him in orange or purple clothes, he seemed perfectly content.
But if she tried dressing him in another colour, he would sometimes become fussy, turning his face away and crying without making much noise.
It was almost as though he were silently protesting the injustice of being dressed in a colour he hadn't approved.
Bella had once tried dressing him in a beautiful blue outfit.
He had responded by crying until she changed him.
She had tried a yellow outfit next.
The result had been exactly the same.
