Lamb 3 decided to wean himself from his bedtime nursing this week. He just decided he didn't want to nurse any more. There's still a little milk in there if he changes his mind in the next few days, but I think he is done nursing.
Lamb 1 weaned himself at about 18 months when I was pregnant with Lamb 2. Lamb 2 weaned when he was almost 16 months when I was pregnant with Lamb 3. Lamb 3 is 19 1/2 months and I know I am not pregnant. He was down to just nursing before bedtime. Last week when he was getting teeth he nursed a little longer at bedtime. I didn't know how I was going to wean him since I wasn't pregnant, but he just decided to be done. I think he wants to play with his brothers those last few minutes before bed and that wins over nursing.
This is the first time I haven't been pregnant or nursing or both since June of 2003. Ram says he knows how to remedy that problem.... I haven't been away overnight from Lamb 3 yet. Maybe I'll have a chance now. Maybe I'll go bra shopping soon too.
Lamb 3 also got his first haircut this week. He cried the whole time, but I didn't want him to have long hair like a girl any longer. I dressed him in green and yellow last week and everyone thought he was a girl. My Lambs always get hair pretty late and need their first haircuts pretty late too.
After Lamb 3 got his last teeth, he's been much more cooperative eating everything too. He was a very picky eater until recently. A few nights ago he ate a bowl of homemade vegetable soup. I fed it all to him, without picking out anything.
I think Ram wants to see if he can get a set of twin girls too! Weaning is always so bittersweet, isn't it? I'm always glad when it is child led though, much less painful, all the way around!
ReplyDeleteI was always so when my children were weaned. The bonding and closeness was missed, but the ability to have and evening out was such a special blessing.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of how potty-training went at our house. James wasn't potty-trained until he was about 3 and a quarter. Six months later, Jonathan, at 20 months, potty-trained himself. His dad and I kept putting diapers on him, and he kept ripping them off and running to use the potty. Wanted to be like his big brother.
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