Last night at the pool we were having some free range toddler time. I stood on the edge of the grass and watched as Ada ran around exploring. She was pushing the swing, when it first caught her eye– a small blinking light. Suddenly she stopped, amazed, jaw dropped, and finger pointing. These amazing things kept blinking. She turned around to see if anyone else was paying attention to this wonderful creation. Her eyes found me, she squealed with glee, and came charging into my legs. We spent the next ten minutes looking for and finding fireflies, as U2 played in the background. It was a musical magical moment.

We are moving towards weaning, or really I am thinking of moving towards weaning, and Ada nurses on demand. We are mostly down to nursing three times a day. Except on days where that just doesn’t work. Yesterday she thought she was three months old and nursed nonstop. Today she didn’t ask to nurse when she woke up, but she is nursing now, which I guess as I look at the clock, is a normal time for her to want to nurse. I am both ready and not ready for her to stop. Until then we will continue to move towards weaning on no particular path.