We had another last. It was the last bottle we are giving our youngest son. His pediatrician had recommended that he be off of a bottle a while ago. Oops!
We told him that he wouldn't get milk in a bottle tomorrow night. I know that he had no understanding of this though. Tomorrow night the struggle will begin. It will just be a few tough nights and then all will be great.
Lasts are hard though. It is always so bittersweet. It hits a sad note for me to watch my kids growing up so fast. I am so excited for what tomorrow brings and how much I know they will accomplish in their lives. But still it all comes too quickly.
The firsts are always much easier to remember. I know that I will hold on to this 'last' though because we made it a big deal. We talked about it and I held my son a little bit tighter as I rocked him a little bit longer and put him to bed a little slower.
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