
Musings:
The other day I had one of the songs from Webber's RainForest Swing stuck in my head. It's set up in the kitchen, where he can hang out so that I can make myself breakfast. I mistakenly thought you had to have a toddler to start getting children's' songs stuck in your head.
Breastfeeding entails a lot of quality time together. We're attached at my nip, if you will. Several hours a day. I vacillate between trying to multi-task during these times, and trying to just be zen about it and enjoy his cuteness. Some of his most adorable sounds, expressions, and movements happen when he's nursing. Nonetheless, mommy needs to eat, too. Thus the running list of food items that I have dropped on my son so far: popcorn, trail mix, mashed potatoes, and the World's Most Perfect Food, Muddy Buddies.
I need to send a way overdue shout out to Nate's sister Aunt Kara

She gave us a gift that made me laugh harder than I laugh at America's Home Videos: a Mini Safe Baby Handling Kit. I was, surprise surprise, nursing Webber while reading the book, and am still amazed that he stayed attached despite my vigorous laughing.
All right, I'm going to stop multi-tasking and go park it in front of the TV while The WebMan finishes Dinner #5.
Nicky, Nate and Webber