I was reminded of this the other day, so thought to post it. This NEVER happens to me anymore, my little guy is three and a half, and only ever wants to nurse at night. It’s gotten so that I was able to throw out my old, ragged, holey (holy!) breastfeeding bras and replace them with non-functioning though pretty and perky bras. Now these new bras have an issue, if I try and nurse OVER them I get a raging  breast infection, and as I just noted my little guy only nurses at night, so the best solution to a breast infection, nursing, isn’t really that helpful. So I can’t go over the bra. I did figure out that I could pull the bra up, wire unders and all, so that it lays across my chest. My little guy protests though saying, “mommy I don’t like it all wapped around like that on top of my head.” Yes, indeed. So, and of course it’s the sensible route, I just take my bra off and go without somewhere around dinner time, and then as long as my bra is off, I might as well get in pajamas. It’s really a time saver, to get into your pajamas at about 6 o’clock in the evening, and clearly announces to the world that you’re completely done for the day. Speaking of time savers, we’re back to the comic:


You two meet?

Mama says: hello nice to meet you, my name is…

nursing baby thinks: Oh is there someone new to meet?
mama says: Uh.
Baby thinks: Hello! I’m sociable!!!
Mama says: and this is my breas…er, um, baby.
baby thinks: did you two meet?…


From December 9, 2005. Gwynnie was 1.5 years  old, the BEST time for sling ridin’. Though 2.5 years old (like Ean is now) is pretty good too. He loves to get in the sling when we’re going for a walk or in the store. It instantly calms him down…