Thursday, August 2, 2007
I can always tell ...
when my friends are breast feeding over the phone. It's easy if you are observant - you hear a fussing baby pretty close to the phone and then suddenly the fussing stops. At that moment, the mother, who never stopped talking to you, has a change in her voice - relief. If the baby is old enough you can actually hear the kid. I don't know how I feel about people breast feeding in front of me. It makes me uncomfortable but then its like why? They obviously don't care and maybe I should be complimented that they feel close enough to me to do that. Kim will even send me a picture of her while breast feeding via email - now that is friendship. I've never breast fed anyone but I'd do it if I had my own kid and I'd be a wet nurse for Ann Dee's baby, Mr. Baby. (By the way, if you really want to know what her baby's name is, email me and I'll let you know.) Thank goodness I don't have to do that - it's a little too "Grapes of Wrath" for me.
Mr. Baby is so funny when he breast feeds. He is such a curious baby that if there is any noise at all around while he is eating, he will pop right off and check out what is going on. Karen and I like to call his name while he is eating because it is so funny when he comes off and it makes Ann Dee mad. Our Mom told us to knock it off but then she actually joined in the fun and tried it out herself. Mr. Baby responded to his grandma just like he did his bratty aunts.