So the kids were back to their usual antics today. Fighting over anything and everything, and Alex spent almost the entire day antagonizing Kaetlyn. Kicking her, turning off her television programs, teasing her with toys she forgot she had...
At one point, Alex was whining about something (I can't even recall what issue he was having), but he asked me for "booboos". This is what we have always called breastfeeding. I weaned him almost 4 months ago, and he hasn't asked to nurse once in the past 3 months. I felt so bad. I miss nursing him. I miss the bond, and I feel we are not as connected as we were when I breastfed. I so desperately wanted to give in and nurse him one last time, but I told him "no". I knew if I had given in I would be "un-weaning" him. He got over it, and I tried to cuddle him for a minute, after a few minutes life went on. Still, I am sad that I don't get to nurse him anymore.
Anyhow, it was a long day and tomorrow is back to school for Kaetlyn, so the kids went to bed at 7:30 tonight....I felt bad as it was still light out, but they must have been tired because it's been almost two hours and I haven't heard a peep out of either of them!
Before bed, Alex got a booboo. Not sure how, and I have to admit that it was an invisible booboo, but he "needed" a bandaid. I get a kick out of this, but he doesn't call them bandaids or bandages, he calls them tape! ha ha "mommy, Ally need tape booboo". :)
So, after getting his "tape", he was happy and ready for bed :)
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