It's another long lazy afternoon as I settle in on the couch to nurse little Breydan in hope that we can both fall asleep for a while, laying there. And of course, just as I get comfy, the phone rings. So I get up and leave the baby hanging out on the couch. I ask Savannah to keep an eye on him. When I come back in the room, they are snuggled up together on the couch. As I look closer, Savannah has pulled up her t-shirt and shoved her chest in Breydan's face who is searching frantically for something to latch onto. I am slightly nausiated and largely humored by this sight. I wish I had a picture to share. Give it a few years kid....get a bra and a husband first.