It is no surprise to you that I have been MIA on this blog lately. I want to apologize, but all of my apologetic resources are gone for the day. They went to the poor lady that had to clean up the 2 pints of rice (and other food) that Tyler dumped on the floor at lunch today. I promise to apologize when my apologetic abilities have reboosted...tomorrow's promising.
I have recently encountered this strange phenomenom that I'll refer to as the nursing curve. It goes like this:
People immediately after Ty was born: "I cannot believe anyone would deprive their baby of breastmilk" - said with judgment and received with awkwardness
People at 6 months: "Wow, you're still nursing?! That's amazing!" - said with amazement, received with appreciation
People at 12 months: "You made it to one year! You're the best mother ever." ok no one said that, but they've said it with their eyes. :) Received with pride.
People at 12 months and one day: "Whoa. You're STILL nursing?" - said with judgment, received with awkwardness.
And we've come full circle. Or we've come to the nursing bell curve.