A while back Shelly bugged me to write my weaning story... well, I haven't written it. Or weaned apparently. Emily had a fever all this week. Neither of us got out of bed. Andf apparently I am still producing enough milk to keep her from dropping dead as she didn't eat much all week due to her yucky stomach bug.
Now... can you tell me she doesn't look like a baby? Really... am I nursing a three and a half year old??? Yup. And I couldn't be more proud.
Note her melodramatic frown, while simultaneously excusing my fourteen chins.