When last we met our heroine, Hadley was tapering off his feeding amounts and she was taking it tough. (Okay, third-person mode off.) Since summer vacation got out, I (obviously) haven't been pumping and have taken to an "on demand" sort of schedule -- in other words, he hasn't needed to eat as much throughout the day.
We're on a schedule, but it revolves around his meals (real food - breakfast, lunch, dinner, and sometimes snack) and nap times. He always breastfeeds in the morning (around 5am) and before bed (around 8:30pm), plus a couple during the day (often before or after the nap), with a bottle or two of 1/4 apple juice (and 3/4 water). So, I'd say that breastfeeding is becoming irregular, but still "a thing."
In fact, I was reminded by the bitter side of this bittersweet milestone (weaning) today when I finally offered him his first bit of cow's milk. As with absolutely everything else that goes into his mouth, he liked it quite a bit. (He was confused, I could tell - continually taking the bottle from his mouth to look over while smacking his lips - but at least he's been on a bottle while at his grandmother's during the school year, so that part was fine. And, no, we haven't been able to transition to a sippy cup yet. One battle at a time, I suppose.) His stool was a little more, um, shall we say "active", and I'm not going to make it an everyday occurrence quite yet, but knowing that it's on the horizon puts a lump of sadness into my throat.
The milk in a bottle is the first stepping stone towards growing up. When I finally resolve to accept that which I cannot change, I'm pretty certain that I'll handle it better than, say, his father. But, in the meantime, I'm taking it awfully hard. The only way to get through is to cherish the mundane everyday occurrences and the experiences that we can share joyfully.
Now, what to pick for a Halloween costume before he can really say "No! I wanna be Superman!!" (or, God forbid, Spongebob or some other crap)...