That's right. After 3.44 years of nursing, Peace is now done. For the past 1-1/4 years or so, I have been nursing her only one time a day, right before bed. But on both Monday and Tuesday nights of this week, she wasn't really into it. She would just nurse on one side, and then switch right away to the other side, and then would want to switch back again, and then would be done. So, I figured it was time for it to be over. For good.
This was the longest I have ever nursed a child. Ocean was around 2-1/4 when she stopped, and Ezra was around 2-1/2. I could have gone on for awhile longer nursing Peace, since it was just one time a day, because it made my life easier in that it was an easy way to get her to sleep. But, that is to be no longer. She is done.
Now... onto a funny story for the day:
We went to the Grand Meander today (which is a thing where people walk along Grand Avenue in St. Paul, getting soup samples and hot chocolate and treats along the way). We were on a trolley ride, on our way to Whole Foods for their soup sample, and, out of nowhere, Ocean threw up. It landed on her, on Peace, on the floor, and a whole lot of it landed on the lady seated in front of her.
Most people can look back on things like this and laugh, but I have the inappropriate gift of being able to do this at the time it is actually happening. I just don't have the ability NOT to laugh at these type of situations, I don't know why. So, as we are hightailing our butts off the the trolley, I am stifling a laugh, apologizing to the lady in front of Ocean (who is also getting off the trolley), and she is gracious and nice and for some reason that makes me want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation even more.
We get off the trolley, and it wasn't until after it is long gone that we wonder if we should have said something to the trolley driver. I mean, how do you know how to act in a situation like this? The trolley driver must have realized something was up when everyone on the trolley is talking about somebody having thrown up, and over half the people are getting off, with no less than three of them having some form of puke on them (Ocean, Peace, and the lady)... But I couldn't even think of much else besides getting my kids off of that trolley and trying not to laugh. (We also should have probably thought to offer to pay to clean that gracious lady's coat.)
So, anyway, we had gotten off next to the Kowalski's grocery store, so we go in there to clean the kids up in the restroom. After that is done, Ocean gets outside and starts throwing up AGAIN in the parking lot. And there are firemen there ringing the bell for Salvation Army, and they ask if something is wrong. And I said no, while continuing to try not to laugh, because it is still one of the funniest situations I have ever been in, and I just can't get over how surreal it is to watch my daughter throwing up in the parking lot of Kowalski's while a bunch of people are walking out of the store and catching a glimpse of it and turning away, and the firemen are wondering what's going on. We did good here though because then Vern goes back in the store and tells somebody there about the throw-up in the parking lot.
Then, we walk all the way home (not going to get on a trolley again, thank you very much), and Ocean gets in the shower to clean up and she throws up AGAIN while she's in the shower. But, other than random acts of throwing up, she is feeling just fine and like her regular self, so it doesn't really seem like that big of a deal.
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