part one of the hiatus.

Over a week has passed, and my breasts have ceased to make milk. I still have some leftovers, as if my body is hoping someone will return. For the most part, though, I am returning to "normal." Who even knows what "normal" is since it has been 3 years since I had full possession of my own body. Even still I fully acknowledge that I am subject to endless toddler abuse---such as when Josiah tosses himself across me and expects me to catch him or when he gets in bed with me in the morning and makes sure that he has the largest portion of the bed, cut right out of the middle.

Josiah is adjusting well, though he has asked for na-na several times. Every time he copes well when the answer is a substitute or just a reminder that the milk is all gone. He is a little sad to see it go. On occasional he has thrown himself across my lap, shoved his hand down my shirt, and just looked at me as if to say he understood he couldn't have it anymore, but there was comfort in the idea still. Up until today I was going to say he was sleeping much sounder in the mornings, but this morning eliminated that theory. Perhaps it is an overall theme, though.

In other news, Josiah has, on occasion, bumped up his sentences to 4 words. He is really into reading books and playing anything "choo choo or cars." His first love remains drums, followed closely by the basketball goal. This week we start music classes, and next week we are hoping to register for a local church preschool for the fall. His newest phrase is "change clothes," which seems a good option when he doesn't like what I pick out for him to wear. With all the talking comes a lot more opinions, which at times can be exhausting since the opinions are completely devoid of reason.