My son, the eater

Conor weined himself Saturday. It was overdue. Michael came with me to buy the formula, and baby cereal and solids that he has now been approved to eat. We took him to the pediatrician yesterday, and she agreed it was my developing pregnancy that put Conor off breast-feeding. She said, he did it willingly. It was his choice. That is why I love my pediatrician. She always manages to make me feel better about the situation on hand. This afternoon he sat in his pillowed-up highchair and Michael fed him spoonfuls of cereal while I prepared the milk. Conor giggled and spat the cereal out over Michael's suit saying dad you think you get to look nice for work while mommy gets to wear all my old food? Think again!