I've blogged extensively about Baby Wingnut and his continued love affair with nursing. We are in the process of weaning him and I think I've finally gotten him down to nursing only at night. The little guy is so intelligent. He's constantly looking out the window and saying, "Its dark now. I get to nursie!" When I correct him and clarify that it is not yet completely dark, he'll spend the next several hours telling me, "Look, it's black dark!"
Really, you have to applaud my perseverance. How can I possibly resist this face?