Charlie turned a year old a couple of weeks ago and if you’ve experienced life with a one year old, you’ll understand why I haven’t been updating frequently. He doesn’t walk more than a step or two yet, but he stands all on his own, in the middle of nothing, and it’s taking longer and longer before he realizes what he’s doing and sorta freaks out. Seems like progress to me.
He says Mama (which means anything from, “I’m sad/hungry/tired/angry” to “If you don’t turn on Frozen really soon, Imma let you have it, woman!” and Dada (which means, “Hey! There’s my dad!”), and he meows at the cats and gives high fives and knows what the monkey says and what the elephant says (complete with swinging trunk arm motion) and what the duck says but never, ever will he do any of those things when you want him to do it for the camera or another human being. Because of course not.
He loves to slap his knee to Grandma’s Feather Bed and I find unending delight in that. He hates snow.
He hasn’t had a tube feed since Sunday. Yeah, you read that right. He’s eating all on his own. I told the Dork Lord that we couldn’t even *discuss* having a second child until our first one was eating without the help of modern medicine. I’ve since revised that to, “until I forget how oh-god-kill-me hard having the first one was.” I have a very, very keen memory.
And besides, I’m pretty crazy about the original model.
We’ve been told that if Charlie will drink cow’s milk when he turns a year old (in FIVE WEEKS OMG), that will hasten the removal of his G Button. It doesn’t have to be cow’s milk, but it certainly makes life easier if he will drink it and eat other dairy products. Kid already loves his yogurt and cheese, so I decided to do an early experiment. Keep in mind that Charlie has not accepted any liquid by mouth, with the exception of water, since he was a couple months old. No juice, Pedialyte, breast milk, formula, whiskey. NOTHING.
Mama has reason to hope he will be off his tube before the summer.
I’ve been so remiss! Here’s a quick update before I sneak off to bed.
Charlie crawls, pulls himself up to stand and feeds himself. HE FEEDS HIMSELF. He gets mad if we eat cheese in front of him and don’t share. He likes beans and yogurt and squash and pears and… well, bacon. He loves bacon. He still has zero interest in drinking formula or breastmilk so the way this all works is that if at 12 months, he’ll start drinking cow’s milk, we can wean him off the button forever. I won’t lie. I’m willing to put chocolate in his milk to make that happen.