Nursing woes

I try not to take too many things personally in parenting, but when K pulls away from nursing to suck on her blankie, I find myself asking, "What's fleece got that I don't?"

Of course, I can almost always lure her back with a little Jewel (yes, apparently that custom designed, nicely warmed milk is only acceptable with entertainment on the side). So maybe she's just got this melancholy, misunderstood thing in the works.

But still... singing? Fleece? I'm starting to feel underappreciated.