We're weaned...my son is nearly two. But now I'm feeling ultra-nostalgic for our nursing days. Bittersweet. Parenthood is chock-full of paradox. I'd love to inch towards the potty next, though for several reasons -- including waiting to move back to the US where urinating in the street is not the norm -- I'm proceeding very slowly.
Anyway, when I do, I suppose I'll miss changing diapers too. Sound about right for anyone else?