Monday, July 18, 2011


Last night, we had our friend Josie and her two boys, James and Harry, over for a casual dinner. All three boys played wonderfully together, and Joe completely wore himself out. After everyone said goodbye, I gave him a bath (filthy doesn't even begin to describe it), read him a book or two, and nursed him. As per our usual bedtime ritual, I put Joe into the crib* drowsy but awake, clinging to his hard plastic tiger (a decidedly unsnuggly transitional object, but his favorite nonetheless). He was obviously almost asleep, but he had a little smile on his face.

Me: "You had so much fun with James and Harry, didn't you Joe?"
Joe: "Harry."
Me: "Yes, Harry! And James. They are good friends."
Joe: "Fend."
Me: "Yes, love, friends."

Ah. It doesn't get much better than that.

* For those of you avidly following our sleeping arrangements, he starts out the night in his crib, which is in our room. Joe and his hard plastic tiger usually join Steve and I in our bed in the early hours of the morning for a nice long nursing/snuggling/thrashing/co-not-sleeping session.


  1. Sweet :)
    Wow you must be so proud to be still nursing him. The longest I managed was 16 months and I thought that was doing well!

  2. I don't know about feeling proud - I'm just too lazy to wean! Joe doesn't nurse very much anymore, and I know it won't last forever, so it is nice.


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