First - she took a spill leaving school on Monday and fell head first on the sidewalk. She's fine, and only has a scrape on her forehead. Of course this happened on my watch and I feel horrible.
Then - also on Monday, I decided to phase out the morning nursing, leaving just bedtime. This has NOT been well received. Instead of coming into our bed where it is warm and toasty and snugly, I have been taking her downstairs. Half way down the steps, she realizes that the jig is up, and starts crying, really sobbing, truth be told. I have to put her down in the kitchen while I warm up some milk for her, and for three days now, she has sat on the kitchen rug, throwing herself on it and occasionally banging her head on the floor. This morning, she added banging on the dishwasher to the mix.
I know that it is for the best - but it's a sad and pitiful sight.
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