Its time to start feeding the girl real food. The signs? Milk just doesn't satisfy. She grabs everything within reach and shoves it in her mouth. She follows my hand going from the plate to my mouth, trying to grab the food out of my hand.With Archer, the day he turned six months old I wanted to start feeding him anything he could swollow. With Shelly, I'm not so quick to push things to go faster, I want to wait, enjoy this stage, not let it end so quickly.
I've given her some oatmeal a couple of times and she gulps it down and grabs for more. There's only a little bit of milk left in our freezer and its making me a little sad. Not because we're running low on inventory, just because it means the end of the baby time period. Ok, so not the END of babyhood, just halfway through it. I always hear that time goes too fast, and there's no denying it. Its flying by. I feel like David and I have been married for such a short time and already we have two kids. Time flies faster and faster. Is there ANY way to slow it down?
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