The past month or so, Liam and I have gone out to the front of the house and picked raspberries. We have a small harvest each day. Usually around 5. One day I think I found about 20 ready to eat and Liam ate every last one of them.
Yesterday morning Liam woke at 5:30am and for some reason I felt rested enough to get up with him. At 6am we got our shoes on and went outside to play in the front yard in our pajamas and find any ripe berries. Here he is holding one up high and quickly popping it into his mouth.
Also yesterday, was Liam's first morning without being nursed. We are in our second day now and tomorrow is our third. I am anxious today, Liam was anxious yesterday and I am hoping we are both fine with this end-of-an-era tomorrow. I had no idea "bittersweet" would be this emotional.