Our week of vacation for Fletcher's birthday (and a visit from Uncle Jeremy) went quickly. We didn't take any big trips or "do" anything memorable. Still, it was a turning point for the little person and much has happened for him. Since his birthday...
FIRST:
- Birthday party
- Trip to the zoo
- Seriously walking, even if he looks like a smiling zombie
- Whole milk and several new foods
- Climbed onto a coffee table
- Played in the McDonald's play area
- Pushed open the screen door and climbed down the concrete steps to get outside
- Went to the pool with Daddy
- Waited until we weren't looking to climb over the barrier to the stairs, which he then climbed and ran around the upstairs hallway by himself with the cats' water dish
I'm sure I'm forgetting things; it has all been a blur. I also had a first -- first time I spent all morning making (pureeing) fresh food for Fletcher, which he then refused to eat, and I could swear my mother was out there somewhere smiling as this justice was delivered.
At his doctor appointment he was still underweight at less than 20 pounds, and average for height. In the past week, however, he has shot up like a beanpole.
Since his birthday, he has only nursed once a day. Yesterday, June 10, was my last time breastfeeding. This ending is like cutting off a limb. Also? HORMONES SUCK.
Here comes a crap ton of photos.
BIRTHDAY PARTY:
 |
| Checking out Uncle Jeremy |
ZOO:
 |
| Family photo with elephant ass |
RANDOM:
 |
| Scrambled eggs make excellent confetti |
 |
| Wiped out |
 |
| Climbing onto the diaper box |
 |
| Climbing the table, finally capturing the iPod |
 |
| Tuning up the lawn mower |
 |
| First trip to the pool |
No comments:
Post a Comment