Chunky Monkey

I was going to entitle this blog, "Still Nursing," but then I decided against that. I'm still nursing Leon. I stopped pumping (thank God) about two months ago. My plan was to stop nursing Leon after we arrived in Venezuela. But I also thought that if I stopped nursing/pumping every three hours, my supply would vanish. My supply started diminishing when I went back to work at 5.5 months. But apparently my chest is the "little engine that could" (remember that story about the train that made it up the hill with the impossible load??). Leon eats full meals several times a day with snacks (such as in the picture above) left and right. He gulps ounces of water as if he just finished a marathon and he will take a sip of cow milk and/or juice every so often. But he still wants to nurse, before bed and in the morning and sometimes when I come home from work. It has come in handy on airplanes (though sometime people stare.... I feel like saying, oh so do you want him to keep crying?) and after he slams his finger in a door or drops XYZ on his foot. But I do I feel a bit embarrassed when he grabs at my chest in front of others and people say, "you are still nursing?" But I have to remind myself that plenty (and I know some) of women nurse toddlers and some nurse their school age children. I'm going to let Leon decide (ok, unless of course he is grabbing a swig before heading to take his English final) when he wants to stop nursing. Let's hope that's before another baby is in the works!!!