Picking our battles

Charlie is: walking, working on talking, laughing, throwing balls, dancing, signing, running, learning all the time and being awesome. 

Charlie isn't: weaned yet. 

Eric brought up weaning Charlie and how "at this rate, we'll be breast feeding him till he's 2!". I personally don't see the problem with extended breast feeding-- he's only been sick once in his 14 months of life and he's smart as a whip. 

Park trips and swing sets

Today Charlie and I went to the park and he absolutely loved it! We took a brisk walk around the park and as a cool down for mommy, we pushed him on the swings while I did some stationary exercises. He laughed and laughed!

It's so crazy to think he's already at the age of enjoying parks! On one hand, he's walking, laughing and playing but on the other, he's still breast feeding and unable to talk. He's huge in my lap when I nurse him, but he still curls up so sweetly when he does so.

I love him so much it drives me crazy! I just want to lay in bed with him, play on the floor with him, and run around parks with him all day long. Leaving him for work blows and not putting him to bed sucks harder. I can't even think about daycare or preschool at this point. I'd love to be a stay at home mom indefinitely but I know that there has to come a time where he is socialized with other kids and I rejoin normal society.

Until then though, I'm gonna soak up every minute with my little man; I don't wanna miss a minute of this stage-- you blink and you'll miss something! 

Food fight

Lately Charlie has been really weird at mealtimes; spitting food out even though he's eaten about half of it or just not eating what's on his table. I know it's his independence and wish to assert himself but sometimes it makes me feel like I'm failing him. I want him to eat but he's not game and it worries me which makes me try to coerce him which makes him fight harder. 

Tonight he squeezed his food packet all over both of us and in a moment of frustration I snatched it away and put the lid on it. We stared at each other and I felt my frustration just melt away. He doesn't know why he's turning down the food anymore than I do; he's not trying to be malicious, I had to remind myself.

Part of me wishes he could talk and tell me what he needs and wants, but he's already so big so fast! I want him to stay my sweet little baby boy! I cried a little bit tonight watching him play with his dad; he was interacting and mimicking Eric, throwing balls and laughing aloud. He's already so big but he's still so small.