The other night, my Cheaty little Monkey loudly sang herself to sleep, while piling ALL her kitties up in a pyramid on her pillow. Ha!

Of course, I took pictures. Lots of pictures. It was worth the risk of waking her up because now I can embarrass her with them later….

She is HILARIOUS, that one. Her imagination is on FIYAH! I love it. She’s a constant source of entertainment.

Sayonara, terrible twos. And, HELLO THREE WONDERFUL THREE. LOVE!

I digresseth.

Back to the evening of the kitty pyramid…. She was tired. Real tired because we had a big night at the THOMAS AND FRIENDS LIVE show, WHICH I totally enjoyed….

If you were there Friday night, did you see me, Gorgeouses? Did you see me? Because we were sitting, literally, FRONT ROW CENTRE. I have NEVER! Sir Topham Hatt was totally singing to me. I felt so special.

Beyond the serenades, though, the best part about sitting front-row centre was the dancing….

Heh. See that? Above? Topham Hatt singin’ TO ME.

Monkey got really into it…, and the popcorn….

She shared her big bag of popcorn with other random kids. It’s amazing how kids do that. Can you imagine sharing your popcorn with some random person sitting beside you?

Someone else quite enjoyed his li’l self and the popcorn, too….

Notice the Thomas the Train overalls? Eeeee!

He LOVED the show. He’s turning into such a little boy now. It blows my mind. He’s such a wee little thing — at only 18 pounds (his sister was 21 pounds when she was his age). But, he’s RAMBUNCTIOUS, and he’s got the biggest heart, especially where his mama’s concerned. There’s no greeting like his when I walk into the room after a short absence — a smile from ear to ear, kisses, hugs, giggles, head butts…. It’s, seriously? The best.

And, guess what? He’s officially weaned. So, my friends, IT IS POSSIBLE! Weaning IS POSSIBLE.

I had no choice. That sharp new front tooth of his made nursing without WINCING impossible — until the very THOUGHT of nursing him any longer made me want to vomit.

That first morning sans boobie was the worst. He wanted it bad. Was crying and flopping himself around. So, I thought: distraction. I picked him up, brought him downstairs and fed him his favourite cereal and some milk. He was elated. And, yes, completely forgot about the boobie.

It’s been three days SANS BOOBIE.

Officially. Weaned. DUNZO.

And, you know what? SOMEBODY’S already LOSING WEIGHT! That would be moi. And, EVERYONE’S talking about it (well, my mom, sister, Josh-O). I’m telling you, as soon as I stop nursing, WHOOSH, the weight falls off. And, here’s hoping I didn’t just jinx that….

xo Haley-O