These are, as they say, the salad days.
Now that Jack’s sleeping has improved so much, things have been going great. I think we’re in a real golden age… Jack is so much fun right now. I love to watch him play. He spends a lot of time taking his toys out of the ottoman where we store them. His favorite right now is a big yellow school bus that I think belonged to my nieces. He LOVES the cats; if he sees one, he screams and chases after him. Max wisely runs away, but Jemba is actually quite tolerant of Jack’s pokings and pullings.
Every morning after I nurse him I lift him up to look out of his window and he smiles. He’s just generally good-natured these days. (Not ALL the time, but most of the time.) His naps are still a bit hit or miss.
He’s still doing great with his eating. The past week or so he’s eaten dinner at the same time as me and Chris, and I give him a share of what we’re having. Tonight we had pasta with mushroom sauce, and sauteed chard, and he wolfed them down. (I don’t know how I got so lucky with his eating, but I know it might change when he hits the toddler years.) He’s starting to use a spoon, though it usually ends with food all over him and the floor.
I usually nurse him four times a day. I think when he turns 1 I’ll probably go down to twice a day. I haven’t decided what’s best for the other two times after that… cow’s milk? Soy milk? They both seem to have their controversies.
He likes to be “chased”.. he crawls a little ways away and I come after him and he screams with delight. He likes to cuddle his stuffed animals.
He’s going to be one year old (!!!) in three weeks. I love seeing him grow up, but at the same time this is a place I’d like to hang on to.
