Christmas Feast

We had a great Christmas holiday with my family and my sister-in-law’s family.  Mom and Dad came out here on Christmas Eve and we went to services at our new church.  On Christmas Day, everyone else arrived and to ensure they would eat, we got them liquoured up and starved them until the meal was ready.  This is my trick for making sure folks eat my food.

The most enjoyed meal of the holiday season, however, occurred on Christmas Eve.  By my son.  At the church. 

We were about 10 minutes into the service when the little monkey started sucking on my sweater.  I had two choices.  First, I could leave the sanctuary, go to a room I know about in one off the hallways off the main church and listen to the service.  Or I could just feed him church.  Because the church was not that full and we were in relatively discreet place AND I was wearing a poncho, I went for option two.

I put the baby fully under the poncho, arranged things in the way they needed to be arranged, and the little guy started eating.  It was fantastic!  Just a lump under my poncho and full discretion for bfing in a church.

Until he started slurping.  He never slurps, and I’m guessing I was more nervous than I thought so I was a bit sweaty, but he was totally slurping his food loudly. 

Then he started getting very demonstrative with how much he was enjoying his food.  First he started waving his hand under the poncho.  Then, his arm came out and he started flinging it dramatically back out into space and up over his head and down over his belly indicating that he was really. enjoying. this. boob.  Then his hand came on the outside of the poncho, up and down my chest to my neck, shoulder, sternum pausing occasionally to clutch the poncho in his tiny little fist. 

All of his slurping and dramatic loving of the meal led me to believe that it was clearly a good vintage. 

Sadly, no one at the regular Christmas dinner appeared to enjoy their meal quite as much.

I need to finish a good draft of this paper today before our trip.  Bleah.  I would rather play with the baby and his new toys. 

10:16:29 AM