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And it all ends on an apathetic note.
So, there it is. Molly is officially weaned. Last week, I was down to one nursing a day. And for the past two days she hasn't nursed at all. When I put her to bed yesterday without it, I was a little sad. And Molly? Didn't care. At. All. Just went right to sleep. Same thing tonight. I suppose she can't be forever a baby.
But she can always be my baby. 
I'm Cooking: Last night I made some crab pasta. Crab, cream, lemon juice, tomatoes. It was good, but not the ultimate crab pasta recipe I've been looking for. We'll be eating a lot of crab this summer, so I'm sure I will revisit this later. In any case, Molly and I ate a ton, and Porter ate one bite. That's almost a success.
Whoa. That happened fast. Good job, Jessy. I think, right?! I mean... what do you really say?
ReplyDeleteI have given up the before bedtime feeding for the past three nights. Each of the nights, Finn has gotten up in the middle of the night. I've gone to him twice, but last night-- he was on his own.
I just have to succumb to the morning feeding.
Ick on the night waking Elena. But good job on staying strong. Are you planning on cutting the morning one soon?
ReplyDeleteI know you're having mixed emotions. I still am. Not to mention the dang 10 pounds I have gained (I'm sure it's more actually, but I am giving myself a break). But wow, it sure has helped Lola become more independent.
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