Major news to report: Last week I stopped breastfeeding. Raffi was sick and unable to nurse and then really didn't want to, so he basically weaned himself. It is weird. After 19 months. I'm done. And for some that number will see big and others I won't hold a candle to.
Raffi's newest favorite activity is to grab whatever adult is sitting on the couch by the finger and lead them to the kitchen or the front door. Sometimes it seems for no reason at all, he'll just sit and talk to you. It is hilarious. My girlfriend, Julie, was over for the Super Bowl and he took her to the kitchen multiple times, so she had to hide her hands when he came by.
Some other new developmental feats: he points out Cat or Dog and says the word. He was sitting on my lap and the cat was across the room. I asked him where the cat is (without pointing the cat out) and he got up and walked over to the cat and sort of squatted near him. It was great.
And of course, he is still sick. And now both his parents are sick, and it is kicking our butts.
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I can just picture Julie laughing her delightful laugh as she hid her hands from Raf. I can't wait for him to lead me to the kitchen and then have a conversation! Only 2 more weeks!
Congrats Dars on a successful breastfeeding tenure. That's a wonderful foundation you've gifted Raffi with.
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