Oh man, did I cry. Last night was the night I decided to no longer nurse G. I had it down to once a day, which was right before bed. He'd beg to go to bed come evening. He even began asking to switch sides while we would nurse! But, I would lay there nursing him and then lay there even longer after he nursed waiting for him to fall asleep and I thought, that's it! So, last night I didn't give him his 'ma', which he calls milk. He barely cried. Well, he was crying for daddy, so daddy came and laid with us and G put his arms around me. Meanwhile I'm crying a bit anyways, because I know I won't nurse him again, and then he says, "Wa-wa-wa" (which translates to "I love you" and he said "night". Then he kissed me a few times! Oh, the tears were just pouring! My sweet, sweet baby is growing up! I am torn...in one sense I'm ecstatic that he is weaned, in another I'm saddened.