I Love Lucy (in spite of myself)
That is my new mantra, “I love Lucy.” Especially since she has officially decided she does not like nursing anymore. Lucy has taken up a nursing strike. Yes, it does really exist. I can just see her, picketing my boobs with a sign that reads, NO MORE BREASTS! So, while I have been at home attempting to force her into eating, she has been having a wonderful time ignoring me and doing whatever the hell she pleases. I made a video montage of our lives without eating, which you can watch below.
This includes laughing at light up toys, kicking the new kick-gym, falling asleep in the middle of the living room floor and sleeping with her swaddle blanket on upside down. (Before I get mean emails about how my baby could die sleeping with a blanket on her head, I want to say, duh, and I did not put it on her head. She squirmed out of the swaddle, then turned around and put it on her own head. Why? Because she can. Just like she can refuse to eat. She is stubborn just like her Daddy and will never cave first.)
Did you know that your videos are even better than Teletubbies? Collin saw me watching this video and freaked out. He just HAD to watch the video like 3 times. I think he’s in love with Lucy…
I love my baby! I miss her!