So Owen has discovered that breastfeeding can be fun for other things. Like practicing singing. He will now, with my boob fully in his mouth, start talking. At first I was a little insulted. My boobs are not musical instruments. They used to be things of glory! But, I have to admit, it sounds funny when he does it. (To recreate this your self, open your mouth and stick your bicep in your mouth and start talking. Sounds like a weird echo microphone.) I know he is not suppose to talk with his mouth full but I guess I've watched too much American idol lately. (Actually I didn't watch much of it. We all know the auditions are the only thing worth watching. And don't even get me started on Canadian Idol. Even those auditions aren't worth an hour of Ben Mulroney.)
Breastfeeding has also become a bit more difficult recently. As Owen gets older, he is interested in EVERYTHING around him. So I can't watch TV or talk to anyone while feeding him. He will pull off and start looking around. Feedings take 30 minutes if I do that. And now I can't even read a book. I was reading a funny essay book and started giggling at one of the chapters. Well this annoyed Owen quite a bit. He pulled off and ended up getting an eyeful of breast milk. Well this annoyed him even more. He had the scrunched up forehead and I was full-on being scolded. I stopped laughing and apologized. He went back to his eating. I tried hard, but I got to another funny bit and tried to hold it in. But I ended up snorting out a laugh. Well that was the final straw. He gave me a full on frown and disgusted look. I was officially scolded and Owen refused to eat after that. I was sent to the naughty chair, boobs in tow.
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