This Kid is Different

I will give Jericho 2 bowls of cereal today. He was the one that requested cereal this morning. I have been giving it to him at night so he will sleep longer. Despite that week or so he slept completely through the night, he has been waking up a couple times per night with hunger issues. He seemed to want cereal this morning, but that won't stop me from giving it tonight. I want to step it up to twice a day and he seems ready. The title of the blog says it all. He really is different from Gabriel. But I'm different too. I don't have the patience for him screwing around while he is nursing. Maybe it is because he messes around so much that I am really anxious to stop nursing. They really want you to breastfeed for a year, but I don't know if he will do it that long, and I don't know if I can tolerate it that long.

Why am I less tolerant of being a pacifier and milk cow? Maybe it is because I feel like that is what defines me these days. I think it is also because I can't do anything else while nursing Jericho. He is 16 pounds and too heavy to hold with one hand in that position. That makes me feel trapped and useless. Something tells me that Jericho will be on baby food relatively quickly, and it isn't only because I want 5 inches of personal space. He seems ready to taste other things. That is good for me. I just wish he would figure out how to eat his food instead of spitting it back at me. He gets it down eventually. He just seems a lot messier than Gabriel was.