Ethan is 7 months

I can't believe my son is 7 months old. I just can't wrap my brain around how we've somehow already time-warped from November 5 to June 5. It's like he was born yesterday and started sitting up today, while somehow gaining 16 lbs along the way.

I've been saying for about 6 weeks now that I'm going to have to start him on formula real soon. I have questioned my milk supply for a long time now, thinking that I'll have to drop a breast feeding and add a formula feeding any day. I only have like 5 bags of small increments of milk in my freezer for back-up in case I don't have enough to give him. It's been a long time since I've added to my precious stash, but it's also been a long time (maybe 2 weeks) since I've dipped into it as well. God is good. He's given me the patience to pump (like 4, sometimes 5 times a day) and he's given me the supply to feed the high demands of my son (40+ ounces a day). After 7 months, I am still able to strictly breast feed. Not only is that good for him, but it saves a TON in formula costs. I'm amazed that I'm keeping up with the boy and I'm so thankful. I feel a stronger connection to my son knowing that my milk is the source of his pudge. Such a bond we have. I love it.

Ethan is so precious. He's sugary sweet. He's my little piece of heaven on earth. My heart is so full for him.