He was the latest of any of our little ones, at 16 months. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't completely ready to be done nursing him, and yet of course there's a little twinge of sadness and loss. But mostly I'm thrilled.
The last feed which was dropped was the pre-breakfast session. Because he is now weaned, I've beeb able to slip back into my old, pre-Gabe morning routine (mostly). The key to that is that I come downstairs around 7:30 AM, serve breakfast around 8:00, and we can easily clean up, get chores done, and begin school by 9:00.
I realize this may not sound very exciting to you. But trust me, I am tickled pink.
It just works so much better for us. When I don't get downstairs until 8:00, I always feel like I'm running late.
I tend to get cranky when I'm running late.
|homemade sourdough English muffins|
That isn't the way of it every day, of course, but even so - it's so nice to have that extra time in the morning. Sometimes I even have a few minutes to sit down and blog before heading downstairs to fire up the stove - now that's luxury!
Gabe is happier in the mornings, too. And he even had a stretch of several days when he slept until 7:00 AM, which was a rarity. He was so cheerful with that extra hour or so under his belt. A beautiful, beautiful thing!
Yeah, sometimes it's the little things.