Am I ruining things by saying that I think the warm weather is finally here to stay? Summertime is the best in Chicago. We have to go through hell to get here every year but then we're rewarded with perfect summer weather so that we can enjoy festivals every weekend, frequent beach trips, block parties, concerts in the park... we kind of get obsessed with our neighborhood every summer. Things are just getting started but last week we hit up Mayfest a few blocks away. There's nothing quite like going broke on crappy carnival games, sausages, and overpriced beers. In the best way possible.
(Yes I'm aware that he's wearing a giant winter coat but I'm a Texan and I overdo it. I had the boys in winter caps last week when it was in the low 60s).
Speaking of our neighborhood, I took M up to the Book Cellar last week to see a "mad scientist" doing some science experiments. He's really into science lately and this was a huge hit.
We have officially wrapped things up on the nursing front. Two nights ago I dropped the last feeding he'd been hanging onto, the one right before bed. I was worried because in his entire year of life, he's only been put to bed by me after nursing so of course I assumed he'd never sleep through the night again. And of course, he has done great and I'm crazy. Leading up to this moment I felt worried and anxious and relieved and excited but once it was all said and done I felt only happy. Well, to be fair I had about 10 minutes of the sads, feeling like he no longer needed me. But then just happy. Because now his daddy can bond with him at night as well and put him to bed and because I can now have some evenings with just M- just the two of us which we frankly haven't had in 381 days. And I can drink coffee all day now if I so choose. And because of the horrible beginning and perseverance A and I went through to get to this point- two straight months of unbearable pain, three bouts of mastitis, an underweight baby, and months of stress, finally leading us to a (mostly) uneventful ten months of nursing and bonding. But we made it. Going this long was not what I intended but it was what he insisted on and I'm so proud that we made it (and extremely proud of him that he finally allowed it to end because that was always in the back of my mind- that I'd be the lady nursing the twelve year old on the train... not sure why on a train but that is how I pictured it to be; just ridiculous and extremely public). ANYWAY. It's over. And at his one year checkup we found out that we finally got him out of the 20% club and into the healthy fiftieth percentile. Icing on the cake.
Good job, kiddo. Both of us.