Max is 9 months old now. And he’s still not really eating solids. Not because he can’t, but because we’re both content nursing him full time. He’s nice and plump. Seems perfectly healthy. And it’s significantly less mess.

But, Nate bought a box of Cheerios last week, so I pulled a booster out of the garage, washed it up, and put it on a barstool yesterday.

And since they were Honey Nut Cheerios, both boy and freshly washed chair were sticky in no time. I’m not sure how long before he’s eating solids in earnest, (he’s not a fan of the spoon) but I sense it’s coming. And it’s kind of sad. Max may well be my last baby. Nursing him is such a sweet time. I make goo-goo eyes at him. He smiles and sticks his fingers in my mouth.

It’s just sweet.

Nate and I are feeling sick again. I’m not sure if it’s something new, or if it’s the sneaky second leg of the last bug. It feels more like the end of an illness, but we had a couple good days before it hit. Either way, it sucks.