I love...

nursing my toddler girl. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to have that tiny itty bitty baby in my arms grunting cooing and rooting for some milk. And I loved when Magdalena was tiny and passed out in my lap after nursing. Erich and I always said she looked like a drunk frat boy after a really good keg.

But this nursing toddler stuff is awesome. Your baby crawling into your lap and smiling sweetly, telling she loves you and then demanding asking sweetly for "dis side pease Mommy!"

She tells me she loves to "durse" and that ones tastes like cheese and the other like apple juice. Apparently I'm a regular snack bar.

Honestly, I can't wait to hold both of my girls in my arms and nourish them. It's pretty mind boggling now in the late evenings, nursing my daughter. It's the realization that not only is my body growing a baby, but also still taking care of my first baby. It's hard to wrap my little tiny brain around, yk?