So...I did it.

I gave him solids a month early*. He really didn't seem satisfied after the morning nursing, fussing only an hour later. So I fixed him some rice cereal with a little thawed you-know-what. And he loved it.

I'm afraid to change his next diaper, though.

*There's a rift in the American Academy of Pediatrics about this - some say 4 months, some say 6. E is almost 5 months old - and wearing 9-month onesies!

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Anonymous said…
Is the frozen you-know-what a margarita?
9:54 AM
Bearette said…
hehe...no, breastmilk. didn't want to alienate any squeamish readers ;)

he seems back to his old self today, so i'm going to hold off on solids till dec if possible.
10:22 AM
Caro said…
I'm glad he loved his cereal.

Go E!
11:54 PM
G said…
Love it! N is 7 months old, and already wearing 12 month clothes...wow. She's a growing girl! She is trying to crawl, so she can chase the cats. Boy do I feel bad for them.

I pulled out the hat that you knitted for her before she was born, and sadly, it's a little small for her now. I was hoping she would be able to wear it! It was too big when she was born, so I waited...too long I guess. Wah.
9:35 AM
Bearette said…
E is hovering on the brink of 12-month clothes ;) Yeah, those cats don't know what they're in for :) Too bad about the hat. Maybe you'll have another baby??
10:11 AM
Notta Wallflower said…
I wouldn't worry. I gave Jellybean cereal at 4 months. He was definitely ready. Everyone tells you different things, so you have to go with your best instincts. :-)
7:54 PM
Poppy said…
How did the diaper change go? I like that you just do what feels right, and don't do things just because a book or a person who isn't your baby's parent tells you to.
10:22 PM
Bearette said…
It was actually fine...apparently formula poops are worse than puree poops :)
8:53 AM
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