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.
