Two Year Old Logic

Happy long, delicious Thanksgiving weekend. Ours is quiet this year, and that is exactly what we need. After a busy fall and a most recent slew of houseguests, we are totally kicking back and enjoy a lovely, quiet, non-shopping filled Black Friday at this very moment. Girlies are napping, Paul's out seeing a movie with a friend, and I just enjoyed the longest shower I've had in months. Can't complain, not at all.

And in a most charming two year old story of late, A has been extra interested, well really since J was born, in this crazy phenomenon of breast feeding. Early on, J was crying and A told me, distraught, "hurry, hurry mama and open up your boobies!" More recently, she's been very interested in my pump, which really she only sees when I am packing up for work. The kid has maybe seen me actually pump one time, but she doesn't miss a beat. Ever. And the other day she announced that her baby needed some milk, and that she would need to immediately "pump my boobies, quick!" We had to set-up the entire get-up, nothing halfway for this girl, and much to her shock and chagrin, milk did not begin pouring from her body upon turning on the pump. How strange. But no worries - she had a solution. She asked me to get her a glass of milk, and simultaneously drank milk with one hand while holding up the pump with the other, offering, "if I fill my belly with milk, then it will come out into the pump." God bless her heart, I was able to distract her and move on to something else before she got too entirely frustrated.

Then, yesterday morning, she told me that she'd need to pump her boobies again. I offered up, "you know A, it's actually much easier if you just feed your baby from your body instead of worrying about the pump." To this she replied, "oh, great!" and went promptly to fetch and nurse her baby. And her stuffed bear. And her stuffed pig.

Between these two girlies, there's been a lot of milk drinking and feeding around these parts lately, folks...