Angus gave up breastfeeding some time last year, but he has remained somewhat attached (obsessed?) to them since.
Yesterday I was propped up on the couch feeding Hugh. Angus came into the lounge room, saw what I was doing and said "Boo boo please" . I've been taking the don't offer, don't refuse, approach with him (just like I did with Iain) so not to create jealousy and friction, and I fully expect the novelty to wear off in another week or so.
So today, just as he has done every other time since Hugh was born, he latched on, had about six sucks, and then stopped. But this time he put his hand on his belly, did a huge loud fake burp (do all boys do this???) which frightened Hugh making him screech. He then said 'pardon me' before walking off.
I laughed and laughed and laughed...then had to change my pants.
On a less happy note. Today I am 30. Yes, no longer in my 20's. It hasn't been an awful day, but considering we ran out of coffee beans for the coffee machine, and I have had all three boys home with me alone for the first time today thanks to the school holidays, it has been an 'interesting' day to say the least. I can say I managed to get the bigs boys's hair cut, and we even managed a relatively civil morning tea at our local cafe too.
What a great 'boob story' :)
Glad to hear all is well with the arrival of precious number three Bub...
Best Wishes
Kristy - WA, MCN user ;)
Posted by: KristyMum (from EB) | April 24, 2009 at 06:04 AM