Sigh.

When we come home in the evening, Brendan goes straight for his high chair - he even climbs up into it (which is a little scary - he's such a little climber!). He used to be inconsolable until he got some mama milk, but now that can wait until after dinner. Sigh.

Of course, this often means that I am nowhere near having dinner ready when he's in his chair ready to eat. Tonight, that was fine, since I brought hoagies home. Brendan really loved his hoagie, when I took off the meat and cheese and didn't add any of the extras. (In other words, he really liked the roll.) Does that make me a bad mom? He had some milk, and he may have eaten a few of the leftover black beans I got out for him.

He doesn't nurse nearly as often as he used to. He still does, and when he wants it he still really wants it, but it's a little bittersweet to see him not needing me as much. I just have to keep reminding myself that he just doesn't need me as much in that particular way, and that he still needs me for *lots* of other things.