this poem came to my mind while I was nursing myka.  a lady in the plant department asked her how old she was and I almost said "four months old".  I don't really know why but of course she is not 4 months old.  that was 4 months ago.  she will be 8 months old july 12th.

I was also thinking about how most people have stopped nursing at this point for one reason for another.  I think about those who have been told 6 months is long enough.  I look at my baby and I just can't comprehend that.  She is still a baby in my mind, and babies nurse.  I just can't comprehend how 5 months and 20 odd some days is different from 6 months and 3 or 4 days. 

Its kind of the same thing as I don't consider a 17 and 355 days old any different than a 18 year old.  sure, the implication of laws might be different, but still you are as mature or immature as you were the day before you turned 18.  heck I still know 30 somethings still immature as some 17 and 355 day olds. 

I remember when I started nursing that I had voiced my concern at an LLL meeting.  My husband wasn't sure about nursing past one.  still hold on to what kris had told me that day.  wait till your baby is one year old.  you won't believe how 'baby' your one year old will be.

she was so right.

my three year old is still my baby.  till I hand him the car keys I guess.  :)