He clapped for me as he settled into his Boppy pillow - that he brought over to me after leading me to the chair in his room - and he made a cheer noise when I unlatched my bra.
It's kind of hilarious and 100% sweet.
It's a kind of thing that made me realize how different my self image is, from going from a teenager wearing a push up bra to a mama who wears a 36 F and it's totally happy how babies changed my body.
Being clapped for helps!
My other babies only nursed until 14 months and 10 months, and then I was pregnant by that time in their life anyway. Benny is 16 months old, and I don't anticipate a pregnancy.
It's a just reward to have a happy twice a day nurser who loves to cuddle and will clap for nursing.
It also helps me consider him as a baby rather than a small child I think, and had appropriate lower expectations of him. Of course he can't use the toilet or put on socks or set the table. He's a nurser. He's not his siblings.