So, despite my repeated attempts to stop Fenner from growing and developing she is growing like a weed. I want to sit and soak up every minute of her growing up before its gone. I think that they call it "Mother Love" without it I'm not sure anyone would survive that first month or so of culture shock.
As a breastmilk fascist, I'm pretty committed to keeping Fenner on the tit for as long as possible at the very minimum 6 months exclusive as per WHO recommendations and for the love of keeping life...well...transportable. As a women who loses everything at least once I have yet to lose my mammaries.
So it was with no small amount of dismay that I watched Fenner grab a piece of rye toast off of Sandi's plate and eat it. Like her mother the Sledgehammer, she skipped subtlety and went straight for the neon sign - I AM READY FOR SOLIDS YOU DELUDED MILK BAT.