one boob session left
Saturday was your last before-nap boob session. You’ve been having just the before-bedtime boob this week and you’re taking it so well! All of it. The whole weaning process. Some days you wake up on top of the world and boob means nothing to you, some days you wake up and all you want is to be attached to my hip. It’s better than I could have hoped for.
You’re loving nuts and nut butters right now. Tahini. Falafel. Sesame chicken. Almond flour pancakes. Vegan cheese puffs.
You’ve discovered clouds. You notice they move. You notice the different colors of the sunset. You’re obsessed with boats and drones. Airplanes are old news.
You say “hap” for “happy birthday.” You say “but-tah” for “peanut butter/almond butter.” You say “sigh” for “outside.” Sometimes “ow.”
Every time I say “ow” you say “muo muo muo” and rub wherever it hurts. Then you give it a kiss. The other day you saw the calluses on my feet and rubbed them and kissed them of your own accord.
You love closing the shades in the window before nap time and bedtime. You hold one string in each hand and flip the shades in one direction and then the other, playing a game with us as we “shoop” slow/fast depending on your speed. Then you throw it out of your hands.
Saturday is your last before-bedtime boob. It’s going to be your last boob session ever.
My heart 💔