"It ain't easy" seems to be Quinn and my parental mantra and this is no exception. But I'm starting to make some progress. I've been having a babysitter come as often as I can for a few hours a day, just so that he can have a good time away from me. I've kept out refrigerator stocked with treats like chocolate milk, chicken sticks and crackers. Now, when he starts to say "boobah," I say, don't you want chocolate milk, and he's started to become satisfied with the chocolate milk. Sometimes I bribe him with ice cream.
It's important, because when he's always hanging on me, and always wanting to drink breast milk, I get sick of it. It annoys me when I'm trying to cook dinner and he's hanging on my leg. I would like to just give him a snack (or have him wait until it's time to eat) and have him be happy with that. I just need to give him snacks at the right time, and get away from him when I can. Today I went for a run when the pizza was cooking, and when I got back, he had his slice and was no longer chasing me around.
Anyway, to wen your baby, all you need is ice cream, chocolate milk, and babysitters.