Word to the Mamma

Ok, duh.   You know how they say that really really smart people are usually kind-of clueless about everyday stuff?   Well then that makes me clueless and not that brilliant to begin with.

First off, THANK YOU for all who wrote in and commented with advice on the weaning issue.   (Crisanne, our favorite time is mornings, too… there’s nothing like that extra bit of sleep that comes when everyone is snuggling in the big bed.)

And wouldn’t you know it, but today, everytime Kenny did the “dinkle dinkle” milk sign, I fed him real food, and he was happy.   And the kid ATE.   He ate cereal, yogurt and  bananas.   (Then we went to our first  “Mommy and Me” swim class ~ oh, what a disaster!) Then cheerios and a banana, and  took a three hour nap.   Then half a veggie burger, steamed broccoli with marinara sauce and at least two ounces of cheese.   Then more cereal (Kashi), more banana, deli turkey and more cheese.   Then roast chicken with Casey and I at dinner time.   Finally, he politely signed, “Milk, please,” and I took him up to his rocker, and he drank a moderate amount and fell asleep in Casey’s arms.

Whew.   So it turns out the old, “offer the solid foods before the breast milk” thing really works!   And he was the happiest little clam all day.   The only tears came at bathtime when I took him out of the tub too soon.   He lunged back in, grabbed his wash cloth, and put in on top of his head, and smiled at me.   I think that means, “you forgot to wash my hair, Mommy!”

So maybe the weaning issues weren’t with Kenny.   Maybe they were with me.   Maybe I’m the one  who really  relies on them… for a moment to sit down and be quiet, for moments of snuggling and singing.   I’m not saying that I’m waving a victory flag already (or would it be a defeat flag… I guess it depends on how you look at it…), but I think that I’ve already learned that he is growing up and needing less of the Mamma.

At mealtimes, at least.   He’s still my little guy, right?