Food!

Ethan turned 4 months old yesterday, on Independence Day. WARNING: brief tangent--why don't people call it that anymore? It's become the 4th of July. Yeah, we all know what date it is. But why do we celebrate the day? Ok, I'm done with that.

Anyway, Ethan's now 4 months old. He had his latest doctor's appointment on Thursday the 2nd, and he's graduated to the 75th percentile in all categories (height, weight, and head circumference). So...we have a larger-than-average boy! He's already into 6-9 month outfits, depending on the brand. He's really tall. So after the doctor's appointment, and his okay, I decided to have Ethan try some solid foods. I started him about 2 weeks ago on rice cereal, and he pretty much got the hang of eating with a spoon after the first eating session. So yesterday we tried a jar of sweet potatoes. After one bite, he decided he really liked it, and proceeded to eat the whole dang jar! So that went well, and he doesn't seem to have any negative reaction to it. So that's good.

I also had to start introducing Ethan to daycare last week. I think he did better than I did. On the first day, I hadn't even gotten out of the building before I welled up. He was there for only 4 hours. I did better on day two, and so did he. He took a 2-hour nap there! The real challenge comes tomorrow--he'll be there for an 8-hour day. My plan is to at least go visit him on my lunch hour regularly, so he knows his mommy isn't abandoning him. That's my guilty feeling--that someway I'm abandoning my son and he's going to think the daycare workers are the new mommies in his life. I have to go back to work in order to provide him the best life Jon and I can for him, but it's tough. But I have to think about that aspect.

Well, this was short, but tomorrow I officially return to work (UGH), so I need to head to bed. Goodnight, everyone!