Since I went back to work, we cut down to morning and evening feeds, DS is 1. He loves his food, and has embraced cows milk in a cup very enthusiastically. His bfs had become very short, and really he just seemed to be wanting a cuddle.
He came into our bed yesterday morning for a lie-in, and I offered him the boob. Can you believe it, he actually laughed and made the gesture he uses for wanting his cup.
Last night and tonight I put him to bed with a drink, a story and a cuddle and he went off happily. Part of me is thrilled that it's not been too traumatic, but part of me is gutted. Because I didn't do it consciously, or pay special attention to his "last feed". And because he giggled at the very thought of it. And because my baby is growing up. Just thought i would share. :( Sniff.