mr. pickes, the tiny baby bobcat
My tiny little baby pickles is growing up a little and changing a little.
He can really get around now and is not the shy type. He is a very curious little fellow and loves to explore. He especially loves cars and trucks and the street. He hates when his mama redirects him or, GASP, stops him from doing something that he loves. He shows her (me) this by arching his back and screeching as loud as he can. He does this because he cannot yet say, "Mama, please stop." He is like a tiny baby bobcat now, sometimes.
A tiny baby bobcat that, along with his new independence, has a renewed interest in breastfeeding. A tiny baby bobcat that his mama (me) needs to put to her (my) breast 4-5 times a day.
The tiny baby bobcat is smart because this provides his mama (me) more oxytocin and prevents her (me) from growling and snarling at him all day long. It may even allow her to eat more snacks. Mamas do like more snacks.
(p.s. I know this is a very weird post but when I sat down to write, this is what came out. I am going to bed now. xo)