And She Continues To Grow

My sweet little baby is not such a baby any more. I came home from a weekend seminar and she was talking in sentences. Okay, so they are two word sentences, but still. I left and she was still nursing. I come home and she is surviving entirely without my help and saying things like,

"Opa come. . . Opa home."

"Big chair . . . heavy chair."

I can't believe it. How did this happen?

And will she always have those curls?

PS - I am doing much better. So much better in fact, that I almost started nursing Natalia again when I got home. Calm down, I said ALMOST. I didn't do it, but I was sorely tempted.

A Sweet Sweet Baby Girl

I have the sweetest baby girl in the world.

Tonight was the last night that I nursed Natalia. The time has come to stop that wonderful bonding daily practice. Never again will I see that same gleeful smile after she nurses. Never again will I get kicked in the face or watch her contort herself while nursing. Boo Hoo. I have been working on weaning her for about a month, but this week my body decided to give me a little helpful nudge.

And so, as I finished nursing Natalia before she went to bed, I shed a tear.

She looked up at me, smiled a huge toothy grin and said:

"Bye Bye Boob-boobs"

I smiled wistfully at her. "Yup, bye bye boob boobs."

Then she looked at me with a solemn and yet adoring look and said "Mommy sick" and gave me one of the biggest hugs she has ever given. We sat there for a minute while SHE rubbed MY back. It took my breath away.

I am such a lucky mom to be blessed with her.