Dear Cole Bear,
15 months and we used to think you were such an easy going baby. You'd smile at anything and anyone. You'd just take it easy. But, now, we're changing our minds. We now believe you are high maintenance and you have discovered a mini-temper. If you don't get what you want the MILLISECOND you spot it, you'll arch your back and screeeeeeam. We can't feed you fast enough. Can't get you your water fast enough. Can't get you dressed fast enough. Can't peel your grapes and fan you with banana leaves fast enough.
We also think you might be part dog. You love to chew on shoes and furniture.
We've had a month of changes… I weaned you completely last week and boy, it's not going well. I don't know who it's harder on, you, me, or Daddy. You, because you have a meltdown at bedtime and won't replace the feed with milk. Or, me, because you're my last baby and I'll never breastfeed again… and that makes me sad. (and the fact that I'll have to mourn the loss of my pregnancy/breastfeeding boobs, I've enjoyed them for the past 4 years). Or, Daddy, because now in addition to minding you all day long, he is solely responsible for the bedtime routine since if you see me you go berserk. We don't know how long this will go on for… we're starting to get wooooooorried.
Then, you were really sick a couple weeks ago with a nasty cold/fever. You were quite lethargic and this is so unlike you! I think you actually have about 6 sets of molars coming in at once, which is about as fun as filing your nails with a belt sander. Probably a little more painful too.
But, you got to dress up 3 times, 2 birthday parties and our Halloween party. You were a biker (Cole Shovelhead Beargut), a caveman (You Cole, Me Mommy), and a plush giraffe.
15 months and we used to think you were such an easy going baby. You'd smile at anything and anyone. You'd just take it easy. But, now, we're changing our minds. We now believe you are high maintenance and you have discovered a mini-temper. If you don't get what you want the MILLISECOND you spot it, you'll arch your back and screeeeeeam. We can't feed you fast enough. Can't get you your water fast enough. Can't get you dressed fast enough. Can't peel your grapes and fan you with banana leaves fast enough.
We also think you might be part dog. You love to chew on shoes and furniture.
We've had a month of changes… I weaned you completely last week and boy, it's not going well. I don't know who it's harder on, you, me, or Daddy. You, because you have a meltdown at bedtime and won't replace the feed with milk. Or, me, because you're my last baby and I'll never breastfeed again… and that makes me sad. (and the fact that I'll have to mourn the loss of my pregnancy/breastfeeding boobs, I've enjoyed them for the past 4 years). Or, Daddy, because now in addition to minding you all day long, he is solely responsible for the bedtime routine since if you see me you go berserk. We don't know how long this will go on for… we're starting to get wooooooorried.
Then, you were really sick a couple weeks ago with a nasty cold/fever. You were quite lethargic and this is so unlike you! I think you actually have about 6 sets of molars coming in at once, which is about as fun as filing your nails with a belt sander. Probably a little more painful too.
But, you got to dress up 3 times, 2 birthday parties and our Halloween party. You were a biker (Cole Shovelhead Beargut), a caveman (You Cole, Me Mommy), and a plush giraffe.
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Man, you're adorable. You're cute even when you cry.
Love you baby.
Mommy Bear
Love you baby.
Mommy Bear
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