Woke up at 9:30 to find that Beckett's diaper had slipped off at some point. We co-sleep. Um, yeah. Thank you sucky cheap velcro.
We went along to watch the Wing Jitsu class today, but spent most of the time walking around trying to get Beckett to take a much needed nap. In his defense, he might have been in a better mood if I hadn't scared the snot out of him with the hand dryer in the ladies room shortly after we got to the rec center.
He did get a couple of slightly long catnaps in today allowing me to close my eyes for a few minutes, read a little Sherlock Holmes and cook.
|He looks so innocent, huh.|
My latest parenting dilemma is when to start solids. Ped. said anytime between 4-6 months is fine to introduce solids, but most everything else, including the AAP says 6 months. I planned to wait until 6 months, but I do wonder if there is an exception for babies who have almost tripled their birth weight in four months. He certainly doesn't look like he's starving, but he is starting to get mad that we don't share our food.
Anyway, it's time for B's third dinner, and typing one-handed is sloooooowwwwww, so ttfn.