I was thinking today (while
pumping at work) about this article I read awhile ago. A woman
wrote that her 4-month old daughter had come to know the
“nursing position” and would calm down as soon as she started
getting settled in for nursing. Lex, on the other hand, gets
all worked up when we’re getting into position. He crunches his
stomach, pulls his legs up, pulls his head up, pulls on my
shirt… like he’s trying to take care of things himself. Then
his head gets going and he makes little snorting piggy noises.
It’s hysterical and adorable and completely unhelpful. :)
Remember that Cosby episode where Mr. Cosby takes Rudy and some
other kids out to dinner at a nice restaurant? He goes through
a series of rules with them and they end up chanting “no mad
dogs when the bread comes.” My Lex is a mad dog with the boob
comes :) Like I said, a totally random thought. And two photos
to accompany the thought. These photos are from dinnertime
tonight – hot off the presses! You don’t get that too
often.