My little boy is going to be 15 months old tomorrow!! I feel bad for him though, those molars must be murder on his wee tender gums. Heh, I was just reflecting how my mother expressed such shock that I could nurse a baby that has… *gasp* teeth! I mean he isn’t chewing to get the milk out heh.
I think he is going through a small growth spurt as he is nursing all of the time, heck even as I type this! Whatever, doesn’t bother me in the slightest I just worry that he will grow out of his diaper covers since they already are a bit short on him. heh, they need to have wishlists at cloth diaper websites!
I took a picture of him last night, sticking his tongue out like usual ahha and a picture of myself, but since I don’t like myself all that much physically, I don’t really like the picture. Jenn said I look really tired in it heh, tired? That’s for wimps! I merely… do not sleep haha. Actually I have been having a lot of horrid dreams about my current situation. The dreams get more bold, more daring, and I wake up and it feels like… I just found out two minutes ago what happened. Maybe because I hit the one month mark already. I know… time flies.
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