Sadly It Ends

The time has come that I must sadly say that breastfeeding is coming to an end. Yes, I said breastfeeding. (Sorry men, but if you are fathers ... you should understand.) I feel I have done my part. I carried him in the womb for 9 months and Lord knows he took every thing that he absolutely needed from me. And now that he is 9 months old, it is time for the breastfeeding to come to an end. Why? Is that what you are wondering? Please refer to the photo below. Now unfortunately the formula starts. Along with really stinky burps and even stinkier diapers!

Now do you understand?

This ever so sweet little ball of drool and sunshine seems to think that I am a chew toy. Or maybe he thinks parts of my body can be detached. I can tell you this ... he does not like to be told "NO" when he is eating/playing/biting/eating and causing me extreme pain! I've been trying to compare it to other bodily harm. Paper cut? Nope. Cat scratch? Nope. Stubbing your toe? Nope. Razor cut? Nope. Titty Twister? Similar, but NO! It freaking hurts really bad! So ... we're done!

You thought he was going to choke on that Cheerio didn't you?

I was wondering the same thing!