A little late, but, better late than never.
I won't go into details why christmas sucked the big pudding. Suffice it to say that a sensitive mother needs support from her spouse – not the biggest grump-ass scrooge ever on christmas morning.
But. But! Dear ingrid internet the weaning has begun! Parker is sleeping in his sesame street cute as hell toddler bed.
At bedtime we talked about being a big boy and that big boys sleep in big boy beds and, most definitely, do not wake up every hour for booby. He seemed to agree. And i agreed.
And, though my heart is breaking, this is what i need. I need sleep. But, it's hard to say goodbye to my last little baby and those special moments. It's going to take me awhile to get over this.
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