Okay, I know that I recently posted about nursing and probably came across as pretty ambivalent and perhaps even a bit...well, weary. Today's post will do nothing to disabuse anyone of that impression.
The delightful Baby Bean has developed yet another habit associated with nursing. Biting has mostly fallen by the wayside--mostly. She still does it when she's especially tired, or sometimes she'll nip me when she's done because she knows I'll put her down. My firm, "No biting!" is apparently a hilarious extra. Now, Miss Bean also...how shall I put it so that the whackos don't find this? She also fondles me. She reaches down my shirt and fondles the one she isn't nursing from. I'm getting very tired of this indeed but have no idea how to make her stop. I should add that she's also begun doing this even when she ISN'T nursing. Like, say ,when I'm making myself a cup of tea, her hand will almost absent-mindedly find its way down my pajamas as she stares her zoney morning stare. Or we'll be standing in line at the grocery store and she'll be checking everyone out around us while stuffing her hand down my shirt layers. Know what else is fun? She does it to other women besides me, too. My friend who came to visit Friday. My mom. If you come visit, please do NOT wear anything v-neck. I'm just saying. Because this new bad habit is excruciatingly annoying.