I found this sparkling gem while browsing some Facebook attachment-parenting community:
The thought of my four-year-old son sucking on my nipple while “massaging my boobs to sleep” makes me want to vomit. But Sheree evidently finds this precious and describes the boobie games they play (in which her child enjoys “bopping his head into [her] boob to bounce back and forth while still latched on”) as “hysterical.. we both break out into fits of giggles.”
And she isn’t about to take any shit from her kid’s pediatrician. When allegedly told that there isn’t any nutritional value to breastfeeding beyond the first six months (which I’m guessing is a bit of an exaggeration on Sheree’s part), she waltzed right back into the doctor’s office to give the “biased” pediatrician a WHO pamphlet and a stern lecture.
I should also point out that Sheree’s preschooler is exclusively “comfort nursing,” which she says includes nursing to bond with her. (Personally, I prefer playing Candyland.)