History

As you've noticed, I passed the 13 month's line a couple of days ago. But what you didn't know was that there was a big change in my life that day. Something that's been an important (even if it's importance has diminished little by little with the passing of time) since the day I was born is no longer there, something is missing from the daily routine and it will take me some time to adjust to the changes. I'm talking about the milk tanks! Suddenly I'm no longer offered the milk tanks when I wake up in the morning -my mum tries to offer me something she calls milk in a cup as a substitute, but I'm not entirely convinced. But I don't ask for the milk tanks. Not because I wouldn't want them, but because I can see that it is not less difficult for my mum than it is for me to stop breastfeeding, so I try to make it as easy for her as possible! But if you think that end of breastfeeding means end of intimacy, then you're wrong! It has just changed. Now for example we can pass hours every day sitting together -me in my mum's lap, on a huge pillow on the floor, and I bring one book after another to read. This is my greatest past-time at the moment -well, after throwing objects that bounce and make a noise, on the floor! I've become quite good at pointing at objects that my mum names in the books. Can you see an apple, she says, and I point at an apple, -and then I say eup, can you see the lion, and I point at the lion, -and say hllll, the sun ssss, the moon ttt (tungl in icelandic).....and when we've finished a book -we just start all over again! So life can be wonderful -even without the precious milk tanks!