He loves 'em. We night weaned Oliver four months ago, give or take. Now I get up forty five minutes early to nurse him in the morning, as that's what he gave me in exchange for a good night's sleep. If I'm out in the evening and unable to nurse him before bed, he might take in return the next morning an hour or more in the "atayse" chair, as he has termed it.
I have a mild disdain for unoriginal blog content, specifically photographing the interior of a beautiful vintage children's book and posting it. Some of my favorite bloggers do it. It's such great eye candy, but it's so pervasive these days. I still enjoy very much the blogs where I've seen this, don't get me wrong.
This is the outside of the book, so hopefully I didn't just lure you in here with a pair of big, red, crosshatched breasts, but instead with the sweet face of a little boy reading a book about his favorite things.