Friday, June 10, 2011

My Little Boob Man...

I have woefully been neglecting my blog!  I can't believe  over 2wks has gone by with nary a post in sight, ooops!  To be fair C-McC has crossed the 9 month mark and learning/doing way too many things (makes my head spin, for realz).  We now cruise around furniture and he gets this daring look in his eyes as if he's going to step away (thank goodness he chickens out, I am

Anywho, that's what has kept me busy (but not what today's post is about - although it does revolve around my incredibly unique C-McC)

So, I may have mentioned the C-McC has zero interest in "real food".  He is such a contrast to his big brother, TT.  At this age,, TT was eating everything & anything.  BBQ Chicken?  Don't mind if I do!  Steak?  Sounds good to me!  Really, TT was a mighty tank and he powered through everything we put in front of him.  C-McC?  Not so much.  Up until 2 weeks ago (or so), just about every.single.thing made him gag.  Sweet potatoes?  Yuck!  Quinoa?  *Barf*  He is an honest to god boob man, he loves him some mama's milk (obviously it's his food of choice) but he has started branching out to non-mama related nutrition.  Raspberries?  Meh.  Multigrain Cheerios (not Honey Nut... just so ya know)?  Not bad (if mama puts milk on them to soften them up).  Cottage Cheese?  Ohhhhh yumm!  Apparently, that

Latte boobie
I'm not concerned though, breastmilk (or if you're not nursing, formula) should be babe's primary source of nutrition in the first 12 months.  I'm just starting to feel a bit like I should start my own creamery... I also know that we (C-McC and I) won't be stopping anytime soon... yes, he's slowly consuming more solids and yes I'm sure soon he'll be eating full meals but we won't be weaning him anytime soon (his older brother nursed until 14-15 months, I'm 99.9% positive C-McC will surpass him) and I'm okay with that.  I know that "mama's milk" is still good for him, you don't reach 12 months and suddenly your milk stops being nutritious.  In fact my little boobie monster has boobie on *my* brain.  The other morning as I was about to take a sip out of my morning skinny, decaf latte... I got an eyeful of boobie cup (at least I think it looks like a latte boobie)


  1. My mom told me that any time my sister tried to stand up to walk (she is 16 months younger than me), she'd just push her back down to buy some time. (nice mom!) She wasn't ready for two walkers either. ha.

    (Nice latte visual.)

  2. I definitely look at C-McC and tell him that I'm not ready. But I think (dread) that it's going to happen sooner rather than later