|good job camera, everything in focus but the girl|
We've successfully completed weaning from nursing - Kate is officially like, what, a grownup who doesn't have to depend on me and only me to get to sleep. Isn't that crazy? It seems like just yesterday she was a few days old and we were struggling hardcore to get the swing of breastfeeding.
She has taken to throwing all the rest of her normal human food onto the floor whenever she gets full.
Guess what? Remember last time when I said that we had weaned her off the pacifier? 6+ months ago?
Ha. ha. ha.
Anyway, this time we were successful! No more pacifier whatsoever. Cold turkey and all that jazz.
Full disclaimer: it's been harder on us (the parents) than Kate. We really really really miss the pacifier 20 minutes into Mass every Sunday morning, when she's tired of the two or three toys we brought with us and expresses her discomfort with loud, unrelenting screeching until we take her out. C'est la vie, right?
Kate has taken to collecting things and bringing them to either one of us, making a cute "ohhh" with her mouth and voice until we accept said item and express our mutual delight in the randomness of her choices AND said thank you. She's got manners, that one.
There are random piles of toys and trash all over the house, and one of her most favorite treasures she's acquired in the last few weeks? A tampon.
(Thank the Lord, unopened and all. But still.)
Parenting is fun, isn't it?