A little bit of backstory:
On Monday, Toby and I are going away for a couple of days and leaving the kids with friends (thanks, all of you!). Eleanor, at this point, is still nursing, though only a couple times a day. Still, to keep things going well while we're away, I need to express.
Abigail asked to watch. To preserve my modesty and a shred of dignity, I declined. So in honor or retribution (I'm not sure which), she drew me a picture that I'd like to share with all of you.
Lactation, by Abigail Ruth Gayner.
Notice the machine, including the cord plugged into the wall. Seated rather stiffly with feet flexed.
I've called this impressionism, as the merry countenance was simply her impression of the moment.
I certainly wasn't smiling or waving.