I had my first real wave of nostalgia on Saturday, realizing that our little baby boy is growing up.
We attended a neighbor and fellow playgroup friend’s first birthday party, and there I observed several little boys whom I had seen as newborns, now playing in the dirt, pushing each other around, and “tearing it up.” Milo’s favorite activities were crawling through the tube and pushing a little truck around. Ah, boy stuff.
On a totally different note, Milo is officially weaned and still alive! Although he was not a happy camper from about 4:30am until 6:30am, he made it through, and so did I. I’m a bit sad to say good-bye to such a great nursing experience, but hopefully this new “no-food-at-night” policy will encourage better sleep patterns. Wish us luck tonight!