Tonight was Lucas’ first formula bottle.  It was in the making since my boobs put themselves into retirement this week, but it was a little sad that my little “man” is exactly that- a man!  I keep trying to remind myself that my mom only nursed my brother for 6 months and he turned out to be an engineer so I’m not hurting him, but part of me just feels bad that I’m not doing something that I feel like I’m supposed to be.  And that’s a big part.  If this is something that I’m made to do, why did my boobs decide that they were done?  I mean, it’s probably about time (since I don’t hug trees in my spare time), but I still feel a little heart broken that I’m done with that milestone in Lucas’ life.  Let’s be real- dude eats his shoes.  You’d think I’d be fine.

Getting on with it, here’s my week in photos:

Turns out that it IS legal to cage your children

My Little Dude wakes up smiling. How lucky am I?

No words needed

His favorite toy continues to be: Mom.

Play time in the dog bed

Looks like we’ve grossly overpaid for his crib.