My little teeny tiny bundle of joy that I brought home after 7 days in the hospital:
He decided to go all big boy this week.
He's asked to nurse one time in 4 days. ONE. TIME. I think we truly may be on the road to child led weaning at two years and and 7 months old.
I'm OK with it. I think it was time for both of us.
And then, quite unexpededly today, another change. He whipped off his diaper, grabbed my hand, pulled me into the bathroom and told me proudly he needed to go pee pee. My child who has NEVER shown interest in potty training has pee-peed in the toilet 7 times in the past hour. SEVEN TIMES internet. That's a lot. And we have a party each time. Mama does her excited pee-pee dance. The Little claps his hands and giggles hysterically like this is the funniest thing in the world. Like, "Hey...why haven't we been doing this all along?" We wash our hands, head out in the living room and just get settled down when he jumps up again and says, "PEE PEE!". In fact, I've been interrupted 4 times while trying to write this entry.
I'm thrilled and a bit sad simultaneously.
My baby boy is growing up. Too fast. And he's thrilled with the whole idea.
Yours in the unexpected,