Conal is fully weaned. It happened last week. The fully part, that is. We’d been making our way down the weaning path for a few months so it has been a slow journey, which I feel was the right way for Conal and me to go. Other than a little sadness, I’ve felt fine; I didn’t have any of the problems that I had read and heard so much about. Phew!

And Conal? Well, he’s taken to this no more breastfeeding thing like a big kid. Which is pretty much what he is these days. A cruising, chattering, bottle-guzzling, regular-food-eating big kid.

Who, apparently, doesn’t go for the teething biscuits: