And so it begins...maybe?

I constantly hear about babies that just decide one day that they are done nursing. Cold turkey. They lose all interest in the breast. Lots of people have given me warnings that such a day will come and it will catch me off guard and I won't be prepared.

I think they might be mistaken. Mistaken that I won't be ready. Mistaken that Grant will ever decide to wean on his own. LOL

Then, one night last week, about two minutes into our normal bedtime nursing period, he sat up out of the blue, grabbed the nursing pillow with both hands and threw it on the floor. He then slid off my lap and laid down on the pillow and proceeded to fall asleep on the floor. He was very confident in his actions.

I found myself wondering if that was really it. Was that what everyone kept telling me would happen?

Grant seems unaware of the predictions of his weaning and returned to normal nursing habits the next day.

He's almost 21 months. Given the amount of difficulty we had in the beginning, I would never have thought we would have continued this long. I will always be grateful for this bonding time with my little boy.

And the Easter Bunny says...?

Hey Grant...what does a cow say?
Grant says: Mooo!

Hey Grant...what does a dog say?
Grant says: Mooo!

Hey Grant...what does Aunt Heather say?
Grant says: Mooo!

Hey Grant...what does the Easter Bunny say?
Grant says: Mooo!

This kid cracks me up.

What's in a name?

So one of Grant's first words was "DaDa." Dad wins. :) It's an easier word to say than Mommy and in most cases (so I've read) the Dad wins this contest.

(Of course his real first word came at only a few weeks old..."Hungy" he would scream when he was hungry.)

It wasn't terribly long after saying Dada that he started saying Mama with some infrequency. I think I was around so much that he didn't really need to say my name so he didn't bother most of the time.

A little more than a month ago he started calling me "Me Me"...in true southern form. He uses this term frequently. Constantly even. It's one of his favorite words, right up there with "Jack" and "ball." However, MeMe isn't so happy with this label. It sounds what one might call a grandmother or nanny...not your mother. So, I'm left begging him to say "mommy" instead. I've heard him do it a couple times, but he prefers MeMe.

To muddle things further, if you ask Grant who he is or what is his name, he points to himself and says "ME!" He uses several variations of "me" to mean all sorts of things, from himself, to me, to simply being a sound he uses to try to express his frustration if he's upset.

If I could just get him to put one "Ma" together with one "me" we'd have it!

I suppose I should be glad that he calls me anything....Aunt Heather is going to be waiting a long time before she hears her name it seems. Despite best efforts, and the fact that he can call the neighbor's dog by name (Rudy) he hasn't even pretended to begin trying to say "Heather."