i love the holidays. my favorite part is when i'm asked countless times when i'm going to have children. yesterday, for example, i was told that sometimes you need to put your career on hold in order to concentrate on more important things, like creating a family... (which made me visualize walking out of a meeting telling my boss the reason why..., which is funniest if you knew my very wall street broker-esque, very hard-nosed CEO boss)
but among the discussion yesterday, i managed to get j's mom to discuss his prolongued breast-feeding experience, including the tip that she tried putting hot sauce on her, um.. self, to drive him away from it. my response?
"so *that's* why he loves buffalo wings!"
she also went on to tell me about how he was well over a year old and often would try to pull her shirt up or down in order to get at the boobs. (my response? "he does that to me too!")
in fact, she said, she tried everything. but the only thing that worked was to pump into a cup, which means, he essentially "went from nipple to cup. no bottle!"
i couldn't help but think to myself: this explains *so* much.
So many books...
2 years ago