12of12 September: Didn't Happen Edition

I completely spaced taking pictures on the twelfth. The next day when I realized it, I mentally inventoried the day and what I would have captured if I had remembered. But then I didn't write those down and I've completely forgotten any specific details of the day.

I've been training for the Boilermaker Half Marathon (just a few more weeks!). And instead of feeling dread, like I thought I would, I'm actually really excited to have it over with. My knees hurt. I'm tired. All the time.

Which brings us to Truman. The nearly seven month old who is still exclusively breastfed. Take that, WHO stats that show that fewer that _ _% of babies make it to six months being EBF. And know that it is not by choice that we're still going strong. Truman doesn't take a bottle and he's not figuring out how to eat solids. Our pediatrician referred us to early intervention at his appointment, so we have a meeting later this week. Hopefully we can get a speech pathologist/occupational therapist on board to get those oral motor skills improved upon. I mean, at this point, I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel to being his only source of nourishment, and the kid is getting too big for that business. 16 + lbs at seven months, and every ounce of nourishment has come from me (and once, his generous Aunt Keese).

Figure in Truman's 600-1000 calories needed each day, a couple of short runs and a long run each week, keeping up with Millie and you've expended about all the energy I have.

Better luck next month, 12 of 12.