Henry is, for sure, Mommy's boy. With me, he doesn't cry or carry on much. I'm the one who can always calm him down and get him to sleep. And since I'm nursing, I also have what's known around these parts as the power of the boob.
Below is a real live text conversation between Chris and me one morning. I was feeding Henry upstairs while he was getting Celia ready for the day.
Hopefully that text never ends up in the wrong hands... Behold, the power of the boob!
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