I’m not sure if I mentioned this on this blog, in real life, on Facebook, on Twitter or whatever, but…
My child is ONE YEAR OLD!!
(I think maybe I did. Mention it.)
But just in case you’ve been busy ignoring me, I’m telling you now: He. Is. One.
And if you think that life with a 1-year-old couldn’t be that different than life with a 364-day-old — you are wrong.
It’s TOTALLY different.
Maybe not totally. But somewhat.
And I don’t like it.
There are two changes in particular that I’m really not loving.
1. He’s got a new forward-facing car seat.
2. He’s supposed to stop the bottle and move to a sippy cup.
So with the first one, the problem could be me. (Totally doubtful.) But it could be.
Tom’s forward-facing car seat is difficult for me to strap him into. I don’t know if it’s me, my car, or the seat — but it sucks.
It takes me twice the amount of time that the old seat took me. And I loved that I could move sleeping Tom into the house without taking him out of his old car seat. And since he’s had new car seat, he’s fallen asleep EVERY TIME! It’s a baby-coma-inducer. Which should be lovely. But it makes me nervous when I pull into my driveway and then have to not-so-quietly-or-gracefully wrangle him out of the stupid seat. He inevitably wakes up and cries. And then I work hard to sooth him and put him down in his crib. (Which he’s been doing pretty well, but still!)
So I hate it. And it should be mentioned that the company that made his infant seat (Graco) also makes this forward-facing seat. And it should be mentioned that the strap contraption is the same in both seats. So…yeah. I still don’t think it’s me.
And now on to #2. I’m not sure if you caught this, but I said “supposed to.” That would make you believe I hadn’t done it yet. You are such a (daydream) believer!
(And totally correct in this case.)
Tom had his 1-year-old checkup at the doctor last week and one of the things that was discussed was moving Tom off formula and on to whole milk. In a cup.
And I said, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! And then I threw myself to the floor and sobbed.
(Are you believing this too? Sucker! I didn’t do that. Well…I didn’t throw myself on the doctor’s office floor. Gross.)
The thing is — I love giving Tom his bottle. I love it.
It’s such a quiet and peaceful, Tom and I kind of time. I’ve always loved it.
Right now I give him a bottle in the morning and a bottle at night. He drinks water from a sippy cup on his own now — just like a big boy.
But I am totally bumming about giving up the bottle time.
If you followed my blog a year ago, you know I tried to breastfeed and it was a nightmare and then I not-so-willingly switched to formula. Of course, I thought formula feeding was going to be terrible and I wouldn’t be as connected to Tom without breastfeeding.
But that wasn’t the case. Switching to formula was the best thing for us. Not speaking for everyone — but for us it worked. And having that time when I give Tom his bottle and rock him has been such a wonderful moment in motherhood. I just hate to give it up.
I know I have to. I do know that. But…I’m a little sad about it.
You think Tom will let me hold and rock him while he downs an entire cup of whole milk? For the rest of his life?
You are such a killjoy.