Because of yesterday's success, we may take a drive to Redwood City to hunt down bottles and other breastfeeding accoutrement. It's time to let Daddy share in the fun that is our son's voracious appetite.
However, our single-minded goal for today is to get Chomps into the Bjorn. Blood may be shed. Tears certainly will. (And keep in mind that Chomps can't cry yet.)
Peter gives me this look all the time. It's sad when even your 3-week-old knows you're a crackpot mother.
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