I should warn you: If the idea of nursing bothers you or talking about it makes you squeamish, you should stop reading now.
With that out of the way, I should tell you about my cute little mother. Not the one who raised me, but the one who lives in my house and takes care of her babies; Ivory of course. She has been helpful from the first day we brought Daisy home. She likes to take off Daisy's diapers, and get new clothes for her. She also likes to get me new breastpads when I am nursing. She takes the old one away holding it by the corner and saying,"It's milky mom." Often I don't even need a new pad and she is off and away getting me a new one anyway. She is going to cost me some extra pocket change with this habit she has.
Of course, she has her own baby and it was only a matter of time before she picked up my mannerisms. I came in the other night and she had her shirt halfway up and her baby cuddled against her stomach. "I'm feeding her," was the reply. She was very patient and she sat there for almost a minute before she declared that she needed a burp cloth.
Today she put her baby (also named Daisy) in the carseat and they went shopping together. Eventually both Daisies needed a feeding (mine and hers). Ivory dutifully ran off to get me a breast pad (which I didn't need) and suddenly realized that she should have one too. I tried to talk her out of it, but she simply said, "I do! These pink ones, I love 'em."
I had to laugh a little bit and then take pictures because she probably won't believe me when she is older. Here she is sporting the breast pads.
Then feeding her baby. Lately she likes to tuck the babies head under her armpit (I hope she has better technique when she grows up).
Oh, and today she also decided that she needed to take her shirt off to feed the baby which is why she is half naked. Tyler thought that was a good idea for me too. I think I'll pass.
Ivory makes a sweet mommy though. And it goes to show that at least not everything I do around here goes unnoticed.