Wow, babies, that is proper hardcore. I salute you! My 3 yo similarly doesn't seem to be able to apply thoughts of weaning to herself, though we do talk about the other babies we know who are younger than her but don't have milk any more. Sigh.
Last couple of days have been quite horrible - DD has had a stinking cold (the child is a snot machine, if we could sell it we'd be millionaires) so a blocked nose so when she has boob she latches on and off and on and off and on and off and ARGH! Horrible. But does feel as though she hasn't asked too much recently, which makes it easier. Maybe we're getting somewhere, slowly.
Also just wanted to share things which I can't share on Facebook 
I taught my first antenatal class yesterday, which involved leaving DD and DS with DH for the first time ever. Eep. So on Saturday I expressed some milk to leave for DS even though I was fairly sure that he wouldn't take a bottle anyway, but it makes DH feel better to have it in case. DD was convinced that I was stealing her milk and cried, which I'm afraid I found funny Then DS did refuse to take it, as suspected, so I tipped it into a cup for DD to drink and she also refused to go anywhere near it. FFS! So I bunged it in the freezer in the vague thought of making boob icecream.
Tonight DS was yowling in his highchair as we were having dinner - thought his teeth were bothering him and that some frozen milk might help so got it out and tried feeding it to him by spoon, which he did eat but looked unbelievably surprised by the whole thing. DD had a quick taste and still refused to go anywhere near it (FFS again! She loves boob, loves icecream.) Then I thought I might as well have a taste - I'm always hearing that bm tastes like melted icecream, so frozen bm should just taste like icecream, right? WRONG. OMG it was disgusting. Trying to work out what I ate on Friday but blegh, it was really sharp-tasting, just vile. Then DD burst into tears again as she seemed to think that boob milk had been ruined forever.
Exasperated and amused in equal measure here and, as I say, unable to share on Facebook. Defrosted milk has now, of course, been tipped down the sink. Sigh again.
(As a side note, there is a big pale blotch on our rug and I've been wondering what it was - typing this has reminded me that that's where I spilt some milk while I was expressing. So that means that my milk is either a brilliant carpet cleaner or capable of dissolving dye, both of which are very disconcerting indeed. At least next week when they both turn it down again I can finish off my cleaning though.)
Will stop wittering and go to bed shortly but just also wanted to share about DD going to bed tonight. I went up to feed her to sleep as usual and we had such a nice cuddle and chat - she did keep latching on and off to talk to me but it wasn't too toe-curling and eventually we just fell asleep together (
DH has to come and wake me up most nights) and it was just lovely. I think it would have been equally lovely from my POV without the bfing as well, but for tonight at least it was fine, and since it isn't often fine atm I just wanted to write it down :)