Adventures in self-feeding

This past week marked a huge milestone for myself and Baby Z.
After completing a gradual, drawn-out, and emotional end to our nursing relationship (emotional for me, since he seems to be completely content and possibly more satiated with the alternative), we have started venturing into self-feeding territory.

This marks the start of evolving from completely dependent baby to child grasping at threads of independence.

While I’m thrilled to have my body back, and excited to watch my baby grow into his own, there’s a small part of me that wants to hold on to what we had. To the simplicity of his needs and my ability to swiftly decipher and deliver the solution (most of the time).

As he starts the process of discovering the magic of mobility, the world of tastes upon his palate, and the complexity of human relationships, I am committed to gently guiding him along while always offering up my lap for a nap, my shoulder to rest a tired head, my arms for a cuddle, and my heart for always.

Here he is, going to town on some chicken and potatoes

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Big Brother

You know the role of big brother has totally kicked in when you catch something like this – totally spontaneous and unplanned (I did my best to be sneaky, but you can see at the very end where N realizes I’m there and asks “What are you doing mama?!?!?”)
(Volume on the video is really low so turn it up if you want to hear)


 

Since the sound quality’s not so great, let me give you the rundown:

My guess is that N was going to get a toy from his room, and knowing that I had been trying (unsuccessfully) to get Baby Z down for a nap, decides to help.

He starts singing Rock a Bye Baby, then realizes a few seconds in that he doesn’t really know the words, at which point there is some huffing and puffing/sighing action.

Giving up on the lullabye, he says “Here, Baby Z, you want me to come in … with you?” and he climbs right into the crib!
I had to stop myself from laughing out loud so the boys wouldn’t see me trying to hide and record them at the same time. So fun.

Note to self: Pay more attention to moments like these, and work harder on capturing them.
Before you know it, this will be replaced by the two of them duking it out over which one of them gets the last slice of pizza, or who gets to take the car, or *shudder* who saw that cheerleader first.

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