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When you were squidgy I used to love it when you (and your brother and sister before you) were booby drunk, as it is affectionately labelled in our house. It's that thing when you have had a three course meal type breastfeed and fallen in asleep at the breast and are completely flush faced and floppy. Now that you are older and not having as many feeds we don't often get booby drunk anymore, but we do get post booby haze. It's those few moments after a breastfeed when you stay snuggled in and are quiet and still and calm. Oh how thankful I am for these moments and how I will miss them when they are gone. It looks a little like this.
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