My youngest and most likely my LAST baby turned two this weekend. TWO! As in she’s a toddler and not even a baby anymore. That’s her above, nursing her baby doll. Monkey see, monkey do. At two years old, she’s still nursing at bedtime every night that I’m home. I told myself, and her that we’d probably stop when she turned two. But on the eve of her second birthday, I asked her if she wanted to be done nursing and she said no. And I feel the same way. There is nothing wrong with the arrangement we have now. I in no way feel tied down or like my body isn’t my own. She knows we only nurse at bedtime and rarely asks to nurse during the day. She’s never pulling at my clothing in public and she doesn’t bite me.