milk!

calix has taken to the bottle like a duck to water. which is nice, cos i was really rather caught up about it. of course, like any breastfeeding mother, i spent a lot of my time wondering whether or not he was getting enough. but with every weigh-in with the local child-health nurse i was reassured that he was following his growth curve and therefore 'getting enough'.
no formula for this baby.
but now, firmly on 2 feet, he is no longer a baby. he is a toddler. and he no longer needs breast milk- he loves his breakfast/lunch/dinner and the boob was just a comfort. to us both.
on his first birthday he was introduced, via a bottle, to cow's milk. it wasn't terribly successful. but with a little perserverance, from both papa and mama, he learned to love the bottle and the grown-up independance that came along with it.
now that he is fully 'weened' he is more than happy to have a bottle of milk alongside me while i have my coffee.
me, i've been gently trying to catch up on caffeine (etc) that i've missed out on on the last year and a half... don't get me wrong, i've not gone without. it's just i've done everything in moderation.
now, somewhat the naughty mama, my days are filled with umpteen cups of coffee and almost as many glasses of wine.
v naughty. indeed.
xx
mama b
(not even wobbly)