Happy Toddler

And finally,

I struggled to find the right title for this post, as I have so much I want to say, but also find that I am unable to find all the words for my feelings. And, as you can see, I couldn't choose just one of these 5 pics, so you get to see all of them!

I made a big decision today. Those of you who have heard me talk about my weening process for Vincent, will probably think, "STILL?" Well, "still" no more. I had told David about a week or so ago that I think both Vincent and I are ready to be done with nursing all together.

I have been actively weening him since January. Prior to that, it just seemed to lessen and lessen naturally. By January, he was only nursing 4 times a day. Last weekend, we started to drop the last nursing, which is first thing in the morning. With a slight change of our morning routine, Vincent has become less and less interested. This morning, I decided that tomorrow will be his last nursing. It's actually more for me, than for him. As you can see from his photos, Vincent is a happy eater, and his cow's milk intake is up to almost a gallon a week! I guess you can say that I need the closure. Though I feel really good about this decision, I am still feeling emotional. I will miss it. There's a look he gets while nursing that I won't ever see again. And, without that extra connection we get each morning, he has become more attached to his dad. I think this is wonderful for the two of them, even if I'm a little sad.

Whoah, the tears are starting to flow as I write!

Remembering how I struggled with nursing Vincent those first couple of months, I am so proud of myself for having gone this long. I am surprised at how much I loved giving this part of myself to him, and at how hard it has been for me to give it up. Thank you to everyone who have been so supportive along with way. Thank you, Vincent, for adjusting well to the weening, and for a sweet time together. And, thank you, David, for being my rock. Without you, your flexibility, your support, your hard work, and your love, I couldn't have done this so well.

Fat Lip

Ahhhhhh, little boys.
Vincent was walking with a toy in his hand last week and tripped. When the toy hit his lip, he cut it open with his tooth. There was a good amount of crying and a good amount of blood. For a moment there, I didn't know what to do. After lots of hugging, and some blood on my shirt, I managed to clean him up, and the crying stopped. The next day, he ran into the coffee table and cut open his tongue. More blood, more crying, lots more hugging. Here's a pic of his fat lip from the first accident.