I Think Something is Happening

It's a little concerning when your child has barely four words in her vocabulary and then suddenly stops using one. In somewhat related news, over the last six days, I have nursed Wren exactly three times. And two of those were middle-of-the-night-go-back-to-bed-child sessions so it's pretty safe to say that she doesn't need me to feed her anymore. I guess this is how self weaning starts.

Nothing was really planned. I just came home from work one day last week and she didn't immediately run up to me and demand to be fed via a vigorous round of motorboating like she usually did. She I let it ride, thinking, OK, I'll get dinner made on time like a normal family and feed her before bed. But that didn't happen either. She went down fine, early even. And then the same thing happened the next day. And then the next.

She didn't ask. I didn't offer.

What Wren did ask for were bananas. Lots of bananas. All the bananas. They are, like, the new bestest thing ever. Sorry blueberries and cheese, you have been usurped. And nothing will stand between this girl and her fruit of choice. It may not be as easy as filching a carton of berries from the fridge but if Wren can't find a climbing chair handy enough to fetch her own, she stands in front of the butcher block where they are kept and shrieks "Na! Nana! NANANANANANANANA!" until someone who values their eardrums breaks down and gives her one.

In Wren's hands, the average banana lasts approximately six minutes. And then she'll turn right around and go after another if they haven't been placed out of reach. She's been eating enough bananas lately that I was getting legitimately concerned for her health and had to Google whether it was possible to get sick from a banana-induced potassium overdose (It is, but it take a lot of bananas. A LOT. Even more than she can eat. I think.)

Of  course after the third day of this BANANAS ARE AWESOME diet, my boobs were paining like crazy so it was somewhat of a relief when she woke up crabbing at o'dark thirty and I could nurse her back to sleep. And then it happened again the next night so I thought maybe I was going crazy and she was just on some sort of strike but then I tried to nurse her to sleep BEFORE bed tonight and failed miserably. Not only did she not want to sleep, she didn't want to eat. Well, not from me anyways. It looks like I might finally get to go real bra shopping soon. Unless I can find some way to get my boobs to make banana milk.