15 months old!

I thought he was just 15 months today, but looking at the blog, he already turned yesterday - I just apparently never know what day it is. He's growing up. Despite himself. Today I drew a line in the sand with the nursing. I can't take it anymore! The teeth are killing me - he's not biting, but I'm super sore. I pumped this morning and he wouldn't take any milk from 1 bottle or 2 different cups. He knows what's going on and wants no part in it. He's normally a little better with cups, but somehow he can tell this is the end. So I spent the WHOLE morning with him crying and whining.

To top it off, I locked my keys in our back house, so I couldn't walk him or leave the house to distract him. So after half a day of fighting, then a long nap, he wakes up ravenous. He starts downing banana puffs (which he'd stopped eating awhile back) top speed. Then I told Mark to try Cheerios to slow him down and he downs those just as fast. Then we go get his favorite chicken. He eats some of it, then starts revolting, chanting and yelling, "ma" and "mama" which doesn't refer to me, just my boobs. We distract him a little and then when dinner comes, he's hungry again. He tries corn for the first time. AND, for the first time, he accepts a new food readily with no grimaces, no pulling it out of his mouth or anything. (He pulled the green beans out of his mouth, but they were unsalted and fairly gross even to us.) So tomorrow, I'm looking forward to interesting poop with corn kernels in it.

Additionally, he goes to bed without much fight now. The last few nights he just lies down peacefully, you rub his belly a few times and then he goes to sleep. Tonight, he didn't even require me to stay until he was totally asleep. He was drowsy, I walked out and he didn't even care. Our little boy is growing up!