Time Marches On

Holy cow.
Dominic is almost 10 months old. This kid is amazing. He is crawling, like a little peg-legged pirate. If he wants that toy- He will get that toy. He will follow me to the kitchen, bedroom and anywhere else I might want to go.
He copy-cats everything that you do- definitely time to clean up the ol' vocabulary. Kissy noises, clicking his tongue and especially sticking his out at you... adorable.
We have regular dance parties in this house- while doing dishes, cleaning house or doing laundry. So this kid loves music fo sho. Everytime he hears some tune that catches his fancy- he starts dancing. His version of dancing is bouncing up and down on his booty... If he is really feeling the music he will throw his hands up in the air and do his own little hippie dance- I almost died the first time I seen it.
Another big-kids thing he is doing is weaning himself :,(
I cried when he started pushing himself away from me while trying to nurse, only wanting to nurse in the morning and evening. Worried that he wasn't getting enough milk I started giving him bottles with pumped milk.... depleting my work-hours stash that I send to my mom's with him. Even trying to pump more in between work/life couldn't keep my supply up. So I broke down and got some formula...
Am I a horrible person that I was happy when he didn't want it right away? It took a few days of half mommy milk and half formula for him to get used to the stuff and now he is fine with it... breaks my heart a little but I am not selfish enough that I would keep him from getting his nutrition because I wanted to exclusively breast feed... It was time I guess.
I am excited to wear a real bra though- no more nursing bra ugliness for this mama... I can also have a drink now and then if I would like... I guess there are good things that will come along with a formula eatin' little one.
As long as he continues to grow and thrive I will be happy with any decision we make to get him there.