Weaning Bridget has been a slow process. Painfully slow.

Painful. Literally.

And yet there are times, at the end of those long and weary days, when there’s nothing so sweet as cradling my not-so-wee one on my lap in the rocky chair and nursing her into oblivion. 

Every so often, however, Bridget will say things which make me realize that perhaps, at 32 months, we need to work on weaning just a little bit harder.

Especially when she says things like, I love your big, beautiful boobs.

Uh. That’s just not right . . .