Officially, the end of the evening breastmilk feed

He was sad tonight when i got him home – and had been for the last hour of nursery. He cried while he ate, and while i dressed him for bed.
He played with building blocks for a bit, which cheered him up. Then Claire got back and he wriggled and giggled – he was very pleased to see her. But he did his new biting-face trick (which we think might be a kiss…). The point is, he wasn’t lunging for milk. So, we put him to bed and where quite surprised when he just went to sleep.
Two nights of no evening feed definitely constitutes both a trend and a decision.
Just popped in – he’s angelically serene, with his legs drawn up frog-fashion. And i’m sure he’s fatter round his chops.


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