Lately while nursing, my 20-month-old DD will unlatch and very carefully hold her stuffed dog to my breast and say, "Goggie nurse." Tonight she didn't want to go to bed and nurse to sleep, but thankfully, Goggie did. (Well played, independent toddler).
And I suspect she's on the verge of naming my breasts. Lately she's been calling them "Big" and "Switch."
Not to mention her newfound ability to yell "Nursie! Nursie!" in the middle of a crowded restaurant, and her insistence that I take a bath with her so she can lounge and float and nurse like some sort of goddess. And who can ignore the nursing gymnastics? I've taken a knee to the trachea more times than I can count.
How has your life gotten crazy since nursing a toddler?