The second day of our visit to my girlfriend’s farm we spent at the local pool. For such a small town in the country, they have a very sophisticated pool with tons of water features, and the boys were in and out of the water for four hours.
Since I didn’t have a bathing suit and had just burned my skin to a crisp on Nantucket, I was in no mood to swim, so Karen “swam” with the boys and I took tons of pictures.
In case you were wondering — yes, I am STILL breastfeeding Landon. I haven’t written about breastfeeding in a while but yes, we are still at it. He hardly ever asks to nurse in public anymore, but he was thirsty/in need of a cuddle at the pool and I let him nurse for a few minutes. See? See that you can’t see a thing?
I’m just wearing a T-shirt, no special nursing shirt (I don’t own any, and this is actually my “Yes, I am STILL breastfeeding!” T-shirt, a total coincidence) and you can’t see a thing.
For all the critics of public breastfeeding who like to say they are bothered by exposed nipples — give me a break. No one around us knew I was nursing L.
I decided to stay an extra night, like I did last year, so the boys could enjoy each other for another day and Karen and I could sit together over a glass of wine and trade stories and memories once they were in bed.
After a breakfast of “Broetchen” and Nutella, we played outside again and happened to see these girls on their horses pass the farm:
Karen had time to shoot one picture of me with her boys before the train arrived, and then we were already on our way back to Bremen.
I love this picture of L, he looks so happy and content. And those eyes . . .