Baby steps, but babies no more

Two momentous things happened this morning.


Babess came toddling out and said “Hey, Mama!”

“Hey, Babess!” I said.  “Ready for milk?”

“Yes, milk!” she replied, and turned away from me.  Away from me.  Towards the kitchen.

“Don’t you want Mummy milk?” I asked, just to be sure.

“No.  Babess milk.  F’idge,” came the definite answer.  And so an era ends.  Just over eight years of being pregnant and/or breastfeeding (minus about 18 months between Pearl & Fainjin), finished.  I’m sort of glad.  And sort of sad.  It’s the end of babyhood in this family.

I’ve never enjoyed breastfeeding, and I’ve had my share of trouble with it, but I’ve always been determined to do it for my children’s health and my own, and I’ve always been immensely grateful that I have been able to do it.  I’m very aware that some women are not able to breastfeed, for various reasons, and my heart goes out to them.


I got to do my happy toilet dance again!  Yes, Fainjin used the loo, for only the second time in his life, for more than just sitting on.  Baby steps on the toilet-training front, but there is definite progress.

Scene of the day (apart from my dance this morning): Babess and Fainjin sitting on the bus, legs sticking out because they’re too short for the seats, arms waving in front of them as they turn imaginary steering wheels, singing “Drive-drive drive-drive drive-drive” all through the town.  I think the bus driver was glad he didn’t get “The wheels on the bus…”


One Response to “Baby steps, but babies no more”

  1. leechbabe Says:

    That is huge changes, even if they are only small outwardly, inwardly they are just massive.

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