Conflicts

Last night, I told my husband that I wanted to go to The Art Weekend.

He said, "You can't. You have a son."

(Sigh.)*

The Art Weekend is the same weekend as Head of the Hooch.

The Hooch might get a better response because it is closer and hubs and the little guy could come along. If I am rowing in 2011 that is.


*Disclaimer: Having seen other not-so-friendly comments posted around the web, I thought I should mention that of course I love my son and want to spend as much time with him as possible. I do, however, have other interests that I would like to again fit into my life. I'm not sure how to balance it all.

Formula

It happened. Wyatt is almost eight months old. Last night, he had his first bottle of formula. Tonight, he'll have his second.

He survived.

So did I.

Despite the stress of getting this far with breastfeeding and worrying about if, when, and whether or not I should add in formula, I now feel much better. And less stressed.