Charlie turned 11 months old today. I can not wait for him to turn one year old. Isn't that awful? I should enjoy him as a baby, but as his birthday approaches, all I see is freedom.
I always thought I would nurse my kids until they were 2. Well, nursing Charlie has been a nightmare. Thrush, psoriasis, more thrush, biting, refuses a bottle, more psoriasis, bleeding... I just can't wait for it to be over. The only reason I do it now is because I can see the finish line.
If I can hold off on beginning to wean him until he is one year old, I don't have to buy formula. Yes, I really am that cheap. Besides, how would I give the formula to him? He won't take a bottle. He's starting to take a sippy cup, but even that isn't consistent enough for me to leave him or pump.
On paper, I should be able to leave my 11 month old for 4 hours. However, this past weekend I tried to go to the movies without Charlie and 3 hours into it, Erik was flooding me with text messages about Charlie crying uncontrollably. It's things like this that depress me. I get such a sad feeling when I think that I can't go anywhere for more than a few hours without a baby in tow. I know this makes me sound incredibly selfish.
So, happy 11 month birthday, Churros! I can see the light!