Tonight is the first night where I put Walt down and refused to nurse him.
(sigh) SAD.
I am preparing to leave the family for the weekend and it's almost 14 months (the same age I wiened Ellery) so I figured it is about time.
There was no plan. Last night while I was nursing him to sleep I realized it was the last time and I hugged a little tighter and enjoyed the moment a bit more than usual. But I know it's time.
So tonight I simply read him a story while he drank milk from his sippy cup, then popped in the binky and held him close for a while. He did tug on my heart strings when I was standing next to his bed about to place him in the crib he just began signing "milk" to me over and over.
Ohh, my heart. It's like he still needs me. I don't know. Maybe I'll waver and try nursing again when I return. But for now at least I know he can go to bed, not screaming for me, and be satisfied with cold sippy cup milk and snuggles.
