tales from a nursing mom

here are some of the joys from the household of a nursing mother and a toddler (don't worry, i am not nursing the toddler)....

i was just finishing up feeding henry this morning when gerrit sits down next to me. he proceeds to lift up his shirt and says "henry. eat. me." translation: gerrit would also like to feed henry. wouldn't that be conventient.

gerrit loves anything remotely related to cooking and if it isn't related to cooking, well then, he makes it part of cooking. the other day i got the new kids bakeware set from ikea for gerrit. soon after giving it to him i hear him say "oh. hot pancake. ooch." i look in and there on his baking sheet are two of my nursing pads that are doubling wonderfully as pancakes--hot ones at that.

enough embarrassment for me for one day!