+ Boobie gymnastics +
I'd like to apologize in advance to both the male readers of my journal here (i.e. my brother), and to those female readers who could care less about my breastfeeding experiences (I pity you considering that's often a major topic of this journal). With that said, I have to tell you all about my beautiful daughter's newest antics.

First, she's still quite fond of the pop-off-and-look-around game. And the pop-off-and-sit-up-to-watch-TV game. Yes, these are fun (for one of us). Now she is to the point where she can pretty much find The Boob by herself if she wants to. She knows where it is, what it smells like, and what it should be doing (feeding her). If she is sitting nearby, she will roll over and seek it. This may involve sitting up, bending backwards, climbing my shirt... The latter is quite entertaining, I might add. Then there are copious amounts of pawing and pulling at anything in the way (shirt, necklace, bra, whatever), and simultaneous whining. She shows remarkable agility and strength, and I figure within a month she'll be crawling up, pulling my shirt up and latching on without my involvement at all. I routinely joke that she's more interested in my boobs than a prepubescent teen boy. If she's hungry and someone else is holding her, she is usually fixated on my bosom. God forbid I should be wearing something even moderately revealing! She gets this look on her face that could stop anyone in their tracks. Ugh.

One thing bottlefeeding moms don't have to worry about. :) Having said that, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I know that look of rapture I see on her face when she gets what she wants at last. It's a look she only gives to me. That's pretty groovy.