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Bennett's communication is exploding. In the last 24 hours he has said, in context: home, house, car, cook, up, pup, hop (thanks Dr Seuss!). Continuing favorite words are: hot, mama, uh-oh, and 'go go go go' - yes, four in a row. He has signed poop, sad, bath. His empathy is also expanding. He gets sad when others do, he was concerned for Elliott Cat because Schmell has a bad sore, and he's running around giving hugs. Adam has started playing a strictly vocal version of Marco Polo - Adam says Marco and Bennett responds 'pogo.' So cute.

ETA: I forget that he also says cocoa and coch (red in Welsh). And this morning he said poop!

I'm reading The Politics of Breastfeeding as my 'at home' book. It's full of fascinating information, nothing which surprises me all that much. It has cemented my already pretty firm belief that formula is nasty shit and that boobies are amazing. But there's something about the book that is off putting. It's her tone. I can't quite put my finger on it, but perhaps that's because I only have ten minute chunks of time to read. I think her book is not going to win any converts. If I was a mother who had problems breastfeeding and I wanted to try again, this is not the book I'd recommend. Basically, if you've ever used formula I think her tone and content could make you feel like shit.

What I'm walking away with, though, is how freaking amazing human bodies are. First, like I said, boobies are incredible. We make a perfect food, it's regulated in just the right make up and just the right amounts; it cannot be replicated. But even though formula is sketchy stuff, humans can thrive! Hell, we are what we eat - literally - and Americans eat high fructose corn syrup by the truck loads and some how don't keel over dead from it. I would never drink martinis and smoke while pregnant, but millions of mothers did in the middle 20th century and their babies turned out fine. We are incredible, hardy creatures.

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Aren't the words awesome? I think we're finally at what I'd consider a "fun age." Marco Polo sounds like a hoot.

Thanks for warning me away from that book, too. it sounds interesting, but I do NOT need any more guilt on the subject. We'll see how this round turns out, but I STILL sometimes tear up thinking about how awful last time was.

I have been marveling at how B is made out of me. She keeps growing and thriving with nourishment that comes only from my body. Amazing!

Yay words!

Yes, the human body is amazing!!! We can make babies and nourish them after they are born. That is some pretty powerful stuff.

Go Bennett! Go Boobies!

yes, formula = nasty shit. who would feed that to their child? & certainly never by choice!

;)

His empathy is also expanding. He gets sad when others do, he was concerned for Elliott Cat because Schmell has a bad sore, and he's running around giving hugs.

That's so cute! :)

Once the words really get going, the word 'explode' doesn't really capture it. I am amazed daily.

I have no interest in feeling like shit - so when (and if, although really, I'm feeling when more than if) I go for baby #2, I'll skip past this book, and will instead be looking for some resources that can help me reconcile the traumatic experiences I had with BFing, and to help me figure how I could make it work for me.

And WORD on the human body being amazing. It's too bad that most of us (well, at least me, anyway) don't do enough to honour it.