NURP v. [Fr. nurse and nap] To nurse your baby into a drowsy state. Nursing and napping can go on, and on, and on until it’s unclear whether or not more nursing or napping is actually occurring. Submitted by Jill from Seattle. (Thanks, Jill! A few years ago, when “Juno” came out – I wanted to see it but had a newborn. So I took him. As I approached the ticket counter, some thoughts occurred to me: “Am I allowed to bring in my baby? I’m not allowed to bring in outside food and beverages. Is there a rule against babies? Should I hide him in my coat?” I decided to just walk in and buy my ticket, while wearing my son in the Baby Bjorn. No one said a thing, which disappointed me a bit. I bought some popcorn and went inside. And I nurped my son the whole time. He slept. He ate. He slept. I ate popcorn. He ate. He slept. And I was able to see a movie in the theater. When I walked out, into the bright, cold afternoon, I felt happy. It had been my first non-essential errand since having my second child. I loved the movie. I loved my son. And I loved feeling free. Then, I looked down at my sweet baby and noticed he was covered with tiny bits of popcorn. Oops.) What about you? Any nurping stories? Have you ever taken your baby to a movie? Did you see “Juno”? Do you also think Michael Cera wanted Jesse Eisenberg’s role in “The Social Network”?

NURP v. [Fr. nurse and nap] To nurse your baby into a drowsy state. Nursing and napping can go on, and on, and on until it’s unclear whether or not more nursing or napping is actually occurring. Submitted by Jill from Seattle.

(Thanks, Jill! A few years ago, when “Juno” came out – I wanted to see it but had a newborn. So I took him. As I approached the ticket counter, some thoughts occurred to me: “Am I allowed to bring in my baby? I’m not allowed to bring in outside food and beverages. Is there a rule against babies? Should I hide him in my coat?”

I decided to just walk in and buy my ticket, while wearing my son in the Baby Bjorn. No one said a thing, which disappointed me a bit. I bought some popcorn and went inside. And I nurped my son the whole time. He slept. He ate. He slept. I ate popcorn. He ate. He slept. And I was able to see a movie in the theater. When I walked out, into the bright, cold afternoon, I felt happy. It had been my first non-essential errand since having my second child. I loved the movie. I loved my son. And I loved feeling free. Then, I looked down at my sweet baby and noticed he was covered with tiny bits of popcorn. Oops.)

What about you? Any nurping stories? Have you ever taken your baby to a movie? Did you see “Juno”? Do you also think Michael Cera wanted Jesse Eisenberg’s role in “The Social Network”?