Transitioning

Isaac has been transitioning lately, in more ways than one. Over Christmas break, it seemed like he transformed. He went from taking two naps a day to one. He's been napping midday, for 1 1/2 to 2 hours. It's been really nice to be able to sit through an entire church service again. I'd missed hearing the sermons. Before, I'd have to leave when Isaac was getting fussy because he was ready to take his morning nap.

I've also been working on switching Isaac over to table food. My pediatrician said he should be on all table food by the time he's ten months old, and definitely by the time he's a year old. I was skeptical that he could make the switch in such a short time, and I was right. Isaac has been moving at a much slower pace. I still have to mash everything with a fork, but he will eat green beans, peas, carrots, broccoli, baked potato, lima beans, and baked beans. We tried to get him to eat oatmeal for three weeks before abandoning that idea, but thankfully we discovered that he likes grits. (Wes, a southern boy through and through, was very happy to hear that.) Fruit is going much slower though. So far, the only fruit he'll eat is applesauce. I've tried kiwi, grapes, and peaches, but so far he has liked none of them.

Isaac is also transitioning to the one year old room at daycare. His teachers and the director felt like he'd outgrown the infant room and needed more of a challenge during the day. Even though he's not one yet, they feel like he is developmentally ready. So this morning, he ate his breakfast in the infant room, and then he spent the rest of his day in the one year old room. I was a bit irritated with the daycare, because they'd given me the impression that he'd ease into it more slowly. But, he was fine when I picked him up, and they said he had a good day. He played outside for a little bit. He ate lunch at the table with the other babies. And he slept on his cot (yes, cot!) for 2 1/2 hours. Last week when I picked him up, he fussed and crawled over to me as fast he could. Today, he didn't seem so desperate to see me. In fact, he reached for Lena when I was holding him. Now that's a first.

Something else monumental has happened in the last few days. Isaac took his first steps! And I didn't get to see them! I was in the office, working on the bulletins for Sunday morning. All the sudden, I heard Wes say, "Oh my gosh, honey, come here!!!!!" When he said that, I knew what had happened, and I rushed into the nursery. Isaac had taken his first step, toward Wes. It was a stutter step, but it was still a step. Then a few minutes later, Isaac took two steps--toward me! Tonight, I put some shoes on him, and he did well with them. We haven't seen him take anymore steps, but it's only a matter of time before we start getting much more exercise...chasing him around the house!

Next month, Isaac will be one year old. I can't believe it. Everyone told me "he won't be a baby for long" and "they grow up so fast." They definitely do. My baby is wearing shoes, sleeping on cots, and eating table food. He's developing his personality and transitioning from a baby into a little person. Now, if only someone could transition me!