For a long time, K would just bring his toys and stuffed ani­mals (yes, trucks and trains, too) for me to nurse, but over the week­end he started nurs­ing them him­self. I still have to nurse some of his stuffed ani­mals, but some­times he can do it, too.

When he nurses, he says “Gock!” which is his word for milk, puts the stuffed animal’s head under his arm into his armpit and makes a click­ing sound. Then, he says, “Da done. Boowp him.” (All done. Burp him.) Then he walks around whack­ing the poor ani­mal on the back. He’s such a good daddy to his stuffed animals.