Hey Mikey! He likes it!

Due to the growing interest in what I'm putting in my mouth, and the decreasing amounts of sleep for myself and my baby, I decided it was time to change something up. 

See, Bruce had been sleeping through the night for about a month. It was heaven. Then, last week, all of a sudden, he starts waking up completely inconsolable. He cried until he was fed. I thought it was just a one-night fluke, but it lasted for about a week. 

Thus, tonight my baby tried rice cereal. 

After a few initial introductions of the spoon, he started to get the hang of it. By the end he was eagerly leaning forward for the next mouthful. I'm not sure how much of he ate compared to how much he was wearing by the end, but I think it was a success. 

I'm so proud of my little boy, and at the same time, I felt a small taste of selfish sorrow at the event. Sorrow for the fact that I am not the sole provider for his needs the way I have been for the last year (see, I'm being completely selfish). He needs more than me. It's a very small thing, but he's already growing to be more independent of me. I'm thrilled because that's exactly how it's supposed to happen. I just don't necessarily want it to happen. Not yet. Not tonight.