Last Sunday, we left church in the sunshine. JT got a shoulder ride since we parked so far away.
We decided to swing into Whole Foods and pick up JT’s meals for our camping trip. (No, I’m not packing homemade baby food for a week long camping trip!) Jim suggested we get lunch there since we were all hungry. And then it hit me… the first meal of my son’s life that I did not have to be a part of. Not one bit. No packing, no preparation, no nursing, no pureeing, no chopping, nothing. It was fabulous. So we got a fruit bowl and some chicken bisque for JT, and took a picture of his first ever true “eating out.”
Then JT got to push his own cart, which he loves, and pick out some food for our trip. Okay, so maybe I helped pick it out. But he did push the cart all by himself. Jim gave some assistance with steering because he kept running into displays. And since JT had already dropped a jar of pears (“Clean up, Aisle 12”), we thought we were pushing our luck. I love the employee in the background of this picture.
Then we went out to the lake so Jim could do a couple maintenance tasks on the dock and lift that we use. JT and I played in the grass.
Did you catch that part about not nursing? That’s right, JT is officially done breastfeeding. At first he was not super excited about the whole milk, but he didn’t hate it either. His pediatrician said that toddlers only need 8-12 ounces a day to get enough calcium, so that was my goal. I don’t know what in the world I was thinking! JT has two parents who each love milk. We can go through three gallons a week without even making pudding.
Sure enough, by the end of the week, JT was sucking down six ounces every meal, plus a cup at bedtime. In fact, just today I called our milk delivery man and added another half gallon to our order. Pretty soon we’re going to need a bigger porch box!
The Keene Family 