Last week I visited a "new" bookstore (it's only new because I haven't been before; it's actually been around for several months!) I'd forgotten how much I missed a bookstore. Amazon is nice if you know what you're after, but it's really impossible to browse.
It's also very nice to be able to look in a book before buying it. Point in case: I found a book at this bookstore that looked interesting, so I picked it up to check it out. The book was "Feeding Yourself, Feeding Your Family: Good Nutrition and Healthy Cooking for New Moms and Growing Families," published by the La Leche League. I thought it might have some tips for transitioning from breastfeeding to solids, which is where we are right now. So I turned to the chapter on this topic and began reading.
I had to stop about two paragraphs in because I was laughing so hard, I thought I was becoming disruptive. I had come across this sentence: "[Your baby] is now very alert when she feeds, even as she looks into your eyes and relaxes by patting your breast, reaching up to touch your face, or simply grasping your fingers." All I could think was, "Oh, you mean when he slams his fist into my chest repeatedly and tries to rip my lips off of my face with his hand. I'm with you, now!"
Needless to say, we are not having the calm, peaceful nursing experience so often referenced in books. I guess you could call Lucas an "active eater," though that doesn't really cover it. But he is pretty darn cute, even when actively destroying me in order to eat.