Frank was subjected to his immunization shots today. I seriously had to fight back the tears. It wasn't this hard two months ago! I can't imagine what his six month shots will be like - the nurses will be fighting to keep me out of the room...

On another note, breast-feeding has thrown us another loop.
For some strange reason Frank seems to only feed for a short period of time now - like a total of 5-7 minutes. He gets really fussy after awhile on the nipple and then each time he tries to re-latch himself he unlatches and starts to fuss (aka, cry a little bit).
But what's so interesting is that if I just let him be after such a short little nurse he is totally OK. It's like he really doesn't want anymore milk but if I offer it to him he can't seem to get enough. Of course, because of this, we are feeding a lot more often then before.
Weird. I don't know what to do, or if I really need to do a thing. He's happy, content - except the pain in his chubby little thighs for tonight, poor little man. Does anyone have any advice?

And one more thing... I just have to gloat.
I'm quite proud of myself as, believe it or not, I am cooking like a domestic goddess. The other night I made Sticky Toffee Pudding for a Robbie Burns party we went to and it was a huge hit. Later, I made this incredible Creole Stew with tofu that I am in serious love with. Talk about comfort food!

You have to bear with me, I do not cook but I am having so much fun I will have to amend that statement: I love to cook.