N started swearing a few weeks ago. OK, it was one swear one time. Still.
I was at my sister's house and we were looking for a cast listing for the Rainbow Stage production of Peter Pan, since my sister and her kids knew someone in it. We couldn't find anything on the RS website, so we went to Facebook. Looking up "Peter Pan" gave a lot of results. My niece S found one funny and read it out loud:
"When I grow up I want to be Peter Pan... oh sh*t"
N was nursing, and when S finished reading the group name, he stopped nursing, smiled, said "Sh*t" and then latched on again.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Mummy Milk
More a story about me I suppose, but I thought I'd put it here anyway...
When N started at daycare 2 days per week, he didn't eat a lot so I'd stop by at lunch to nurse him. Among the other kids in the toddler room were J&J, two 18 month old girls. Both adorable. They found my nursing very interesting.
They'd stand by the chair to see what was happening. I told them N was having milk. Special milk that he gets from me. "Mummy milk" one of the J's called it. OK, that works.
Every time I nursed, they'd be there to check it out. They would stand by the chair and see what was happening. One day, one J reached out and poked my breast with her finger. I'm quite sure the other J once asked if she could have some (no, I didn't let her).
It got to the point, that one J would shout out "MUMMY MILK" as soon as I walked into the room. I'm pretty sure she thought that was my name.
When N started at daycare 2 days per week, he didn't eat a lot so I'd stop by at lunch to nurse him. Among the other kids in the toddler room were J&J, two 18 month old girls. Both adorable. They found my nursing very interesting.
They'd stand by the chair to see what was happening. I told them N was having milk. Special milk that he gets from me. "Mummy milk" one of the J's called it. OK, that works.
Every time I nursed, they'd be there to check it out. They would stand by the chair and see what was happening. One day, one J reached out and poked my breast with her finger. I'm quite sure the other J once asked if she could have some (no, I didn't let her).
It got to the point, that one J would shout out "MUMMY MILK" as soon as I walked into the room. I'm pretty sure she thought that was my name.
Sides?
N's new word for nursing. Sides. I'm guessing it comes from my asking if he want's the "other side". He does say milk, but that means cow's milk. On cereal.
There was a woman in our breastfeeding group whose son called nursing "BOOBIES". At least if N shouts out "SIDES!" at the mall, it won't shock anyone, or embarrass me.
There was a woman in our breastfeeding group whose son called nursing "BOOBIES". At least if N shouts out "SIDES!" at the mall, it won't shock anyone, or embarrass me.
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