Tonight Trent took a bottle but refused the last ounce. As he sat in my lap (with his back leaning up against my left arm), he suddenly turned to me, lifted his left hand, opened his mouth, and threw his face into my left boob. (It was really funny to see.)
"Would you like something sweetheart?" I asked sarcastically. He proceeded to suckle my shirt and drool.
I let him nurse and he was sound asleep in less than 10 minutes.
Last night he did the exact opposite. He cried and refused to nurse. He was hungry and wanted a bottle. Apparently, nursing is for sleeping.
1 comment:
Ahhhh - that is so sweet
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