When I took Bradley classes, my instructor (who nursed her son 'til 4.5) said "all women should nurse until their children can talk. They say the funniest things". I always planned to nurse until he was one, maybe later, but kind of rolled my eyes at the hippiness of the comment.
Hah!
On Friday, at my Sister-in-Law's rehearsal dinner, Jack looked at the two bottles of beer sitting in front of me (one was almost empty, the waiter had brought a replacement. I wasn't double fisting!). He pointed at one and said "juice".
I said, "Yes, Mommy's juice".
He pointed at the other, "Daddy's juice?".
I said, "Yes, Daddy's juice". (Why confuse the child).
He pointed at mine again, "Mommy's juice?".
"Yes, Mommy's juice."
Pointed at my boob "Jack's juice".
Yes, baby, that's Jack's juice.
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Love it! There is nothing more fun than a walkin', talkin' nurser. Some of my very best and most fun memories with Trevor were related to his antics at that stage.
ReplyDeleteNice work, grasshopper!