Mina grunts and kicks and gets all red-faced and upset when she poops. Just like her daddy. However, her poops are no where near the caliber of her father's, so sometimes I wonder what all the fuss is about...
Breastfeeding is much easier for her now and she has a very peculiar new habit. She sucks until she can suck no more and then whips her head back in a fit of exhaustion, while a froth of milk rolls down her cheeks. After a few deep breaths, she rolls her head forward again and rests her cheek on my breast and occasionally utters a sigh of relief. I imagine her saying "thanks lady, I needed that"
I am pretty certain Mina calls me "Milk wagon" or "Lady" instead of Mamma. Ah well, I would not trade this time for anything. Not a thing... Unless I was trading it for MORE time with Mina... then maybe I would trade...
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caliber! HHAHAHA!!
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