The comida is all gone!

Paul turns 4 in a few days and at this point I think that it's safe to say out loud that he officially fully weaned on New Years Day. I haven't told HIM yet that he's weaned but the few times that he asked those first couple of nights of the new year I just reminded him that I've been empty every time that I've let him nurse for the last several weeks. And then I remind him again that I'm happy to love on him and hold him close to my heart but that he best keep his hands out of my shirt! Of course, this conversation happens at 2 in the morning which is the only time that he's been nursing for the last 3 or 4 months anyway. I haven't mentioned it to him in the daytime since he hasn't asked to nurse in the daytime in forever, so we haven't really had the 'You're weaned now and that means no more trying to drink comida.' conversation.
Giselle was fully weaned on New Years Eve also, although that was 2 years ago, but hers was a weaning that involved much talking and tears. She really didn't want it to end but Joe and I felt that 4 and 1/2 years was long enough.

Since I started writing this a few days ago, Paul and I have had 'the talk' and he's totally OK with all of it. Although at yesterday's La Leche League meeting he was trying to be very touchy with me.

So, it's all over now. I've spent the last 6 years and 7 months nursing, and for 2 of those years I was tandem nursing (so does that count as double time?). I've known that Paul would stop nursing at an earlier age than Giselle. Mainly because she had to wean when there was still plenty of milk while with Paul the supply has been dwindling down for the last 6 months. I'm actually surprised that we made it to the end of the year. I'm not upset since I've seen this coming for a while. And he was always a bit of a pesky nurser whereas Giselle was much more gentle in her persistence.

Another era ended, with many more just beginning.