Elijah has been weaned from the boob. Just two weeks shy of his Second Birthday my sweet baby boy has been banned from the ninny (or 'hee-hee' as he so adorably calls it).
I already felt like a jerk for weaning him, but on top of it as soon as I do he comes down with a horrible horrible cold. On the inside, I'm bawling like wee babe, but on the outside...
It doesn't help that my boobs are like two giant flotation devices right now, out there on their own...jiggling through space and time.
No more nursing, ever again.
Sooooo...why don't you all write something clever and funny to keep me from balling my eyes at all day and night long? Anything? Hello? McFly?