Hook'em!

Ruby's first successful hook'em.  She was quite pleased with herself.

2 Years, 1 Month and 1 Week

My baby girl drank my milk for 2 years, 1 month and 1 week. It was the greatest gift I could give her and I still get emotional when I think about the ending of our breastfeeding relationship. Even now, over a month later, Ruby continues to ask to nurse. She's easily distracted when I tell her no, but I can't help but wonder how long she's going to continue to ask for it. I had wanted to breastfeed her until she was ready to be done, but the physical and emotional drain just became too much for my body and spirit.

To lighten the mood of this post, I will share two recent stories that demonstrate just how much Ruby loves her milky. The first is a conversation between my mother and Ruby at bedtime.

Gigi: Ruby, it's time for bed now. Do you want me to read you a book or sing you a song?
Ruby: Tell me a story, Gigi.
Gigi: Ok, what kind of a story do you want to hear? Do you want to hear about the day you were born?
Ruby: No. Tell me a story about mommy's boobies.

The second conversation was one between me and Ruby while cuddling in bed one recent morning.
Ruby: Milky, Momma?
Me: No, Rubes. Mommy doesn't make milky anymore.
Ruby: I just wanna touch 'em.
Me: No.
Ruby: I just want to smell 'em.
Me: (trying not to laugh) Smell them?!?
Ruby: Yes, they smell like flowers.

Girlfriend loves her some milky :)

Rubina

Sorry about that

We are still here.  Life's just been busy lately.  As a means of apologizing, here are some pictures from our wonderful Christmas trip to Tulsa:

A Lame Little Update

Aunt Lo has asked for more pictures of her favorite girl.  Since it's her birthday (Happy Birthday, Lo! We love you!), I feel the need to post at least something sweet, but I haven't had the camera out in weeks. We've been doing a lot of hanging out and napping these days, as you can see from the photos I took with my phone. She's so pretty when she sleeps.

 

Merry Christmas from Ruby the Elf

Another Ruby Conversation

I need to think of a catchier name for posts about these little conversations with Ruby. Here's one from last night, as we were reading books in bed.

Me (reading from a book): "Momma Bear cooks food for lunch."

R: Momma, YOU like to cook.

Me: Yes I do, Ruby. Do YOU like to cook?

R: Yes. Does Dada like to cook?

Me: No, not really.

R: Yeah, Dada likes to lay down.

Such a smart girl! David actually does a lot to help around the house, but had some back pain last night and was lying down after dinner.