Stop Tweakin’ my Boob

That’s a phrase I never thought I’d be uttering on a regular basis.  Nonetheless, it’s something that comes out of my mouth several times a day. 

Conor has picked up a very bad habit of when he’s nursing on one side to cop a feel on the other.  It drives me nutty.  It doesn’t matter if there is flesh exposed or not.  The child’s hands are wandering in an out of the bra trying to get to the bulls-eye target.  I am constantly pulling his hand out from under my shirt.  Like some over-anxious teenage date. 

Which of course as soon as I write that makes me worry that if and when Conor ever reads this when he grows up, he is going to Freak Out over this entry. 

It’s ok, honey!!  You were just acting like a normal breastfeeding baby.  It just really bugged me! 

OK.  Back to work. I just had to get that off my chest. 

11:06:43 AM