My Boy is Growing Up

Last night J didn't ask to nurse. He has been gradually getting more interested in the bedtime story than in nursing, but has always been pretty insistent (either saying "nurse!" or pulling up my shirt) that he get to nurse at least a little during his bedtime story. Last night, however, he only pinched at my shirt once and didn't even make an effort to ask, so we read "Goodnight Moon" and he pointed to various things in the pictures and then he went down peacefully with his sippy of water. I realize that he may very well want to nurse tonight, or tomorrow night, but I must say I was surprised that the bedtime nursing has been the one to go first. He definitely still wants his mama milk in the morning though! He was adamant about "sitch" this morning (his word for "switch" when he wants to switch what side he's nursing on) so that he made sure to get lots of yummy milk.

J also got his first big boy owies. I think he must be growing taller because his sense of balance has been off lately. First, he fell off the bottom stair at his cousin's house with SIL G standing right there with him (he is usually very good about not falling off of such a small distance) and busted open his top lip. So he had a fat lip for the rest of the day, and has a nice red owchie on it still. A couple hours later he tried to stand up on the sidewalk by getting into downward dog pose, unfortunately with his big head pointed downhill, and he fell and bonked/scraped his little forehead. Poor boy! He doesn't seem to mind the owies at all though, after the initial shock wore off. He thought it was hilarious that I was trying to take his picture. You can pretty much only see the goose egg on his head (top middle, right on the hairline), and a little bit of the red fat lip.