So, this past Saturday Evie and I went to a breastfeeding event at the Legislature. There's a friendly competition that happens between cities to see who can get the most moms and babies latched on at the stroke of eleven. The two of us got there just in time, registered, plunked ourselves down and got ready for the great latch just as the countdown began, and... I could not wake Evie up. No matter what I did! Pulling her out of her wrap didn't work, unzipping her little hoodie didn't work, tickling her feet didn't work! Crazy baby, slept through the whole thing, and therefore we did not count as one of the breastfeeding pairs. And yet, she still proudly wore her sticker that declared she had breastfed. What a liar!