So sad

Riley didn’t have a breastfeed tonight. I think the time has come to let nursing go. He is almost 16 months now.

He did well; coped okay: until I’ve just put him down for bed and he’s realised I’m not joking. The chest patting and the groping weren’t a good enough hint. Sorry buddy, I’m getting tough.

No, I’m not. He’s in there crying, I’m here crying, and I think it’s time to let him be a boy and not a baby.