Weaned! Walking! Molars! One!

One has turned out to be a big milestone for Ronin.

He started walking, then he started cutting molars, and now he's weaned. I keep trying to see if he wants to nurse and he's just got no interest whatsoever. It happened from one day to the next. He was a happy nurser on a Friday, and on Saturday, he'd decided no thanks. No thanks, ever again. Rather shocking.

My mom told me that's the thing about raising kids. You do one thing over and over and it feels like you'll do it forever. Nursing. Going to the orthodontist. And then one day, it stops, and you never do it again. We got our braces off and mom never saw Dr. Schonberg again.

If we have another, I'll nurse again, God willing. But for now I'm very, very happily putting away my nursing bras and gowns, packing them into a big bag to give to my friend Tiffany, whose boy will join the world this September.

It's funny, because I had just gone out and bought myself a new round of sturdy, supportive size D bras. Alas! I will be able to stuff them with socks and be Dolly Parton, or Nursing Caroline, for Halloween.

Oh, and apologies that this blog remains photo-less. The camera is somewhere....somewhere....it's somewhere around the house. I'll find it and photograph our little adult one year old soon.