Okay- while it did remind me of my childhood game... was referring more to our little hippo- and how I swear I don't think I've seen him refuse food in the past month. It amazes me that no matter how long it's been since he's eaten, as long as he's awake, he's hungry. I don't know how many times I've thought/said- no, he must just be tired or maybe his tummy hurts- but without fail- offer him "food" and he is happy as pie :)
Between that, and my frustrations with his "solution" to dealing with a heavy letdown (you mommy's know what I mean)- so instead of having a good latch from beginning to end, he starts- allows letdown to happen, then backs off and looks like he's drinking from a water fountain instead- then he'll nurse normally after a minute of doing that. This all soaks me in the process- I'm running out of outfits! Fortunately, karma helps me out by spraying him in the face if he pulls back to goof around... sorry- is that mean? I guess since my role for the moment is pretty much just to feed him, I find it therapeutic to look at the humor where I can find it :)
It's okay, I'm loving every part of it (almost every part), and am amazed daily by how much he's growing and maturing... I am a horrible aunt, because I couldn't even put Chase down long enough to hold little Nathan... maybe next time if my sister is feeling better- we can swap babies for a minute :)
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