Nursing . . .

Dallas has a baby doll that he plays with quite a bit. He loves to get diapers for it and have me put them on. He puts it to sleep in Phoebe's bed and really cares for it. It is pretty sweet. Well, the other day he got into the rocking chair and got my nursing pillow and told me his baby was crying. I asked him if his baby was hungry and he said it was. I said, well feed the baby and he put his baby up to his belly button and started to nurse it. Then said, "Baby's hungry, I feed the baby, yummy" I about died!! I thought it was so cute and funny. Today he did the same thing but this time he said his baby was thirsty before he started to feed it.

He has never been that interested in me when I am nursing Phoebe but one day he did come up to me while I was doing it and pointed to my breast and said it was my tummy. I didn't really correct him because I didn't want to have him saying boobie or something else all the time so I think that is why he was feeding the baby from his belly button. It must be in the genes because I nursed my babies when I was a kid. I even did it in public places. A waiter asked my mom what I was doing once and she had to explain that I was nursing my baby.