You can't take it with you

My nipple, that is. Joseph has begun pulling away to go to sleep at night, but sometimes he isn't done nursing. Somehow he thinks that my breast will just go-go gadget while he rolls over onto his belly. Not happening, my little nursling. Not happening.

Amazingly, this is not as painful as it sounds. This is actually mostly a "sleep success" post, as he's beginning to go to sleep "on his own" periodically. By that I mean, while T.J. or I lie next to him patting his back to sooth him.

The end of the beginning, perhaps? Time will tell.