It must be very difficult to be an oldest child. I am the second of four, so I don't really have much frame of reference for it. But, based on how many times a week I pose a question about our son's life or upbringing to my husband and we both say, "I don't know," I'm sure it's no barrel of laughs.
I picture an adult Elijah one day speaking with friends, or a spouse, or a psychiatrist saying "My parents are great (at least I hope he says that) but when I came along they really had no clue what they were doing." NO FREAKING CLUE
The biggest quandry right now is feeding him. We have moved away from exclusively feeding baby food and are introducing different solid foods. My problem is, now that it's not just a matter of getting to the bottom of a puree cup and being finished, I really don't know how much to feed him. Today at lunch, for instance he had a couple spoonfuls of corn, a crumbled piece of cheese, some Gerber crunchies and his milk, which he took out of a sippy cup for the first time today.
Elijah is a child who will eat until he pukes, so I really don't know when he's full and just eating because it's there. Thank God we have his year check up with the pediatrician on Wednesday!