Not hers, mine.
We had dinner at the in-laws’ tonight. All in all a mellow, fun time. Nearing time to leave, we told Lane (as we nearly always do) that she can come home or stay overnight with Grandma and Grandpa. This time – a first – she chose to stay there. I’m sure it had partly to do with Grandma bribing her with playing Candy Land.
And she even made Frank and I completely bust a gut as we said goodbye, because her final wave was one of impatience — pretty much waving us off as she started playing Candy Land with Grandma. It was REALLY funny.
Despite my slightly heavy heart that she wants to stay there, I can also look at it as a developmentally great thing. She has a trust in her grandparents, and a trust that I will indeed come to get her tomorrow, as promised. I’ve heard from a few sources, the goal of parenting is to marginalize yourself, to work yourself out of a job. I guess that means Frank and I must be doing something right.
It almost seems funny, because I can’t even sit here and say that she’s weaned yet. She certainly does not nurse with any amount of consistency, but still about once a week she’ll ask to nurse, and she gets to nurse for a count of 10. Half the time she doesn’t even nurse for the full 10 count, but usually she kisses my boob at the end of it. 🙂
Of course, despite all that, I completely reserve the right to miss her a little (or a lot), even if I’m also feeling freed of putting her to bed for a night.