Andrew celebrated this momentous occasion by going out to sushi lunch with Uncle Mike and Aunt Maureen, to Mommy's local favorite, Asahi, in Brighton Center.
Daddy, who is not a sushi fan, stayed at home and had roast beef.
I've kept reflecting the past week or so, that he is pretty much 6 months old. To ever-inquiring stangers I'd say,"Almost 6 months!", to which they'd respond unanimously,
"What a big boy!!!"
All the older parents we meet chant,
"It goes by so fast..."
In the beginning development is slow yet bittersweet. Survival mode is in full swing.
It's hard to get on the computer to blog.
The unknowns of being new to parenting are daunting:
Exhaustion.
Why is he crying ?
HOW can I get 'XYZ' accomplished today?
Am I talking to him enough?
Should I let him cry for that long?
When, when, when will he do.....? And then presto! A developmental surprise unfolds.
I didn't know breastfeeding would be so absolutely exhausting- and, I didn't know I'd stick with it this long. Mommy-guilt is intense.
Besides immunities, I am hoping it has been giving him a good start on flavors. Honestly. I've tasted the formula: it's like cardboard.
We're lucky he's been a great sleeper (compared to other horror stories!) I think the trick has been making the effort not to cosleep....
It's no wonder why a lot of moms give it up so early on.
For all the effort put in, maybe someday he'll be my buddy at the sushi counter? :D He was after the chopsticks today so that's a start;;;
