The Magpie turned two and the breastfeeding stopped.
Her choice, not mine.
She just decided that even once a day was no longer necessary and it was far better to simply get up and go downstairs for breakfast. Other than the odd query in the afternoon when she is overtired or her teeth are bugging her [and she doesn’t question it when I tell her ‘no’], she seems perfectly happy to move on.
Now, I just have to convince my boobs that they’re production facilities are no longer required…