warning: there may be some foul language here, but it’s for emphasis. also, talk of boobs and pottying….by me.

so apparently, ezra has sensed my intense longing for another baby and decided to flip the script on me. dude is nursing like A FREAKING NEWBORN. i’m talking all day and all night long. my nipples are more sore than they’ve ever been, and it’s like this kid has a radar for my boobs if they’re anywhere near his height or area. for instance, i went to the bathroom today and he was playing nicely in his little play area. no sooner did i get my butt to the seat when i hear him yelling at me. i turn around to see dude signing milk so furiously, he can barely make the fist fast enough. i leaned down to kiss his forehead while telling him that he needed to wait, and being the sweet little angel that he is, do you know what he did? took my really cute target shirt that was already stretchy and pulled that shiz down so hard, it almost ripped. he then proceeded to wrangle my boob out of my nursing tank and latch on while GRUNTING like a man that just took his first sip of a beer after a long day at work. i love peeing while leaning over and nursing your toddler, such a grand time, right??

maybe he knows that soon, i’ll be pregnant so he’s getting his nursing in now before the milk dries up? i plan on nursing ezra through the next pregnancy, whenever that may be. i’m going to pretend that that’s why he’s upped the nursing. no, it’s not because he’s about to make a developmental leap or he’s going through a growth spurt! it’s because he knows i’m about to get pregnant (just pretend you agree, mkay)!!! such a smart cookie, that one is.

whatever the reason for his increased nursing, my nipples are KILLING ME. i’m not kidding when i tell you that they never, EVER hurt like this with henry or ezra. i’m definitely blessed in that department: i really didn’t encounter any pain while nursing either of the boys. with ezra, we had to use a shield for the first two weeks because i had a forceful letdown, but we weaned off of that and have been stellar ever since. so this immense pain SUCKS. lanolin is working wonders, and i’m hoping it gets better soon. it’s not bad enough that i have to deny him the right breast (which is really the one that’s in actual pain), but it’s not very comfortable. and with the amount that he’s nursing, my poor nipple doesn’t ever get a rest! man, i would NOT want to be my right nipple right now.

on a lighter note: henry asked if we could give ezra up for adoption because he was hurting my boobs. when he realized we wouldn’t see ezra anymore and that he’d live somewhere else, he changed his mind. but it was sweet that he wanted to off his younger brother for torturing my tatas. i wonder what he thinks adoption actually is. i forgot to ask because ezra was running at me, mouth open, ready to latch on like the piranha that he’s become. literally, every time i get on the floor that baby is coming for me, all walking like a drunken heathen with his mouth open and aimed at my boob. it’s like constantly having a vacuum chase you around the house, without even the benefit of cleaning up the floors! this is an actual picture of ezra coming at me with his crazy-eyed nursing face on.

anyway, i’ve actually gotten him to sleep and maneuvered myself away from his body in order to write this. i’m taking the rest of the night to read and snuggle with the papa on the couch. i miss him a lot lately. he’s been really busy at the office, and at night i usually fall asleep with the kids. papa will leave the bedroom once henry falls asleep and watch some television, but i’m usually out for the count. so tonight, i’m hanging out with the love of my life. okay, i’ll try to but i’m really tired, man.

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