Today I finally admitted to myself that most of Jacob's 3-6 month old clothes are getting too small. I've been in denial for about a week -- purposely not noticing the lack of leg room in his sleepers and how far his bare arms stick out of his shirts.
For bed time I reluctantly took out a pair of his 6-9 month old size jammies...and...they fit! I can't believe this. I love watching Jacob learn new things. I love how he is interacting with us more each day. But I hate that my baby is growing so fast! Where is the tiny little bundle of blankets that use to just stare up at me?
Last week I slowly weaned Jacob and he is now 90% drinking only formula. I only nurse him once a day now-- the first time he wakes up in the morning. I loved nursing him but now that I can pretty much feed him formula anywhere and at anytime I really don't miss it (I was one of those crazy super modest nursing moms- I wouldn't feed Jacob in front of anyone but my husband, including my own mom, even if we were covered! This made feeding a huge preparedness task- I always had to think ahead). The past month and a half he's been catching up in weight (we were told to put weight on him last appointment). Since he's been eating baby food and rice cereal and formula, he's been packing the pounds. He's finally getting those cute baby fat rolls on his legs!
Since he's put on weight he seems so much more durable. He's also had a dramatic shift in his mood. He used to get fussy pretty often. But lately he's just this happy, content baby ALL THE TIME! I feel bad that maybe he used to be so fussy because I didn't feed him enough? But now he's happy and rolly polly and so much more independent AND he sleeps from 9-6 EVERYNIGHT! He's been just a breeze~!
I'm enjoying this happy Jacob now while I can because I know some teeth are lurking just around the corner, waiting to make his life miserable.