Yesterday he wasn't, today he is

Elijah has stopped nursing, just cold turkey. I nursed him on Monday night, put him down to sleep, and the next day... rejected. He was getting little to nothing as it was at this point, but I thought he might hold on a bit longer simply because he's such a little cuddlebug. But it's as if he grew up into a full-on little boy overnight. He can't stay still for long anymore - he's become this squirmy, wriggly, back-arching explorer. Changing his diaper is a feat of human strength. Drew says holding him is like trying to hold a bag of water.

And even though he pulled the weaning trigger himself, it was clear he was needing something, so today we introduced whole milk. (Six days before he's one year old; hopefully I'm not invoking irreversible dairy damage.) It took him a minute - he's not yet gotten the hang of the sippy cup - but once he tasted the milk he was gulping like there was no tomorrow. Poor thirsty guy. We're on to a new chapter.