My daughter turned one on March 12th, 1998. She's a big girl, she walks, talks (sometimes so only she can understand) eats solids, throws temper tantrums and nurses. Nursing an older child is definitely different. Not bad different, just different. However, continuing to nurse her isn't the issue I thought it would be. She became a toddler before my very eyes, so quickly that others were calling her a toddler while I still thought of her as an infant. It was not until my girlfriend brought over her 10 week old that I realized my baby wasn't so much of a baby anymore.
But, in many ways she is still a baby. She still cries when she's sleepy, or frustrated, or hurt. She still wears diapers. She still sleeps with her daddy and me. And she still needs "na-na's".
But, in many ways she is still a baby. She still cries when she's sleepy, or frustrated, or hurt. She still wears diapers. She still sleeps with her daddy and me. And she still needs "na-na's".
