Isla is so big. She pees in the potty, poos in the "big" potty, and is now fully matriculated into non-breast milk drinking society. Oh girl, all in time for her big number two on Saturday.
When I catch myself mourning the loss of my baby, I say "it's okay, you survived Liam's baby graduation and look at him now, see how fun it is to have a big boy?"
But then I get sad again and say "Did I rush her into this? Why did I have to wean her? Sure, society says a nursing a toddler is weird, but since when did I follow everything my culture dictates?"
There isn't much arguing with the potty-training, that was 99% Isla-driven.
I am blessed to have such sweet things to worry about.
As for the bigger worries, well, those don't need to be blogged about. I'll just keep them to myself, if you don't mind :)
P.S. Yesterday Isla was having a hard time going to bed. I left her in her crib to figure it out, but after 5 plus minutes of hysteria I went in to check on her. She was standing up, gripping the rails, and repeating "Happy Mudder's Day" over and over.
What?
4 comments:
"Happy Mudder's Day"!!! how sad! i'm not sure why, but it breaks my heart!!
You need to help me with weaning. My kid . . . he's addicted. And I seriously don't know how to stop nursing. Give me a call.
What a big girl! That is so cool that she is potty trained! I haven't even started Porter yet! He's a true boy- not very interested yet!
HOW did you wean her?! i'm going through the same sort of thing right now. i need isaac to stop and he's just not very interested in leaving my boobs to myself. tips? advice? i need it!
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