Tomris loves to nurse. I had intended on stopping at one year old, but it wasn't so important to me - so while this was the date I set, I let Tomris dictate the terms. She is 15 months old and at this rate, I'm not sure she will ever give up nursing. She actually giggles with delight when she knows I'm going to nurse her. She's figured out where the milk comes from and will often sit in my lap, throw her head back and holler, "Milk!"
I was putting Tomris to sleep tonight, and she was having one of those nights where she sleeps, I lay her down, and she wakes up instantly and unhappy. I nursed her put her down, and did this cycle four or five times over an hour before I gave up and brought her to my bed. I laid her next to me and she got up, crawled on top of me and fell asleep hugging me.
In the meantime, Teoman was sitting with his uncle reading books and newspapers. He was sitting on his uncle's lap with the newspaper spread out like he was reading it. Teoman came in to where I was, at one point, and got a diaper for himself, and pointed for him to grab the wipes to. He did...and I was so impressed that Teoman came to get these things and that his uncle was changing him.
However, when I came out - they were playing in the living room. My Turkish, my headache, and my BIL's nervousness equalled zero communication being made. Oh - we talked. I had said things like - Could you sit with him and put him to sleep. And He sleeps in his crib, so you can sit in the chair. And I thought my BIL said Do you want me to put him to sleep? Can he watch TV? (no) Should I put him to sleep here or there? I don't know whatever you want me to do..
But, I guess that's not what happened.
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