Thursday, December 29 . . . Things I'll forget

We recently set up the official "changing table", a changing pad on top of a dresser (btw, best idea -- didn't have to shell out the money for a fancy changing table). Yesterday I hoisted baby up onto the table and apparently my boob was at JUST the right height and angle, and while I was reaching to undo his PJs, he grabbed my boob and latched on. I was about to make him let go until I realized he was staying still enough for me to cut his nails. Score!