My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


Breakfast is back!

Guess what little sweetie slept thru the whole car ride to school, the trek up the road into town, and the chick-fil-a parking lot fiasco (it's always a mess)! Yes, my little pee-wee gave mommy a reprive and I actually got to go buy a hot breakfast AND eat it. Bless her heart, because I was starving this morning!

Yesterday, after the trip to Athens, I was exhausted. Mom decided that she had to have some UGA Crocs... because God knows she doesnt have enough shoes... so me, mom, dad, and Ava all made the 45 minute trip to college town for shoes, t-shirts, and a stop at the Varsity. The Varsity is the world's largest drive in and they have the world's best fried food, dogs, bugers, and junk! I got 2 chili dawgs, an order of onion rings, and a PC (painted cow) which is chocolate milk served over crushed ice. Oh, and let's not forget the fried apple pie to go! Just a few extra calories for the bf-ing mom!

Mom bought Ava a onesie with bib and shoes that was red and black with the big G for Georgia. I found a hat with UGA on it (UGA is really the mascot's name, pronounced Uuh-Guh), and a pacifier with UGA. Dad carried Ava around telling everyone she was the next place kicker for UGA (thats U-G-A spelled out as in University of GA... confusing I know!). He also laid her on a stack of shirts and took pics of her with his camera phone. All I could think was "Lordy, if she pukes I'll be buying those at $25 each".

Today is my 6 week post-partum checkup. JOY! I would rather have my eyes gouged out with spoons (than a spec shoved up my hoohoo). I have NO reason to go really... I had no tearing, no stitches, bleeding has stopped, I have no problems, still have my prenatal vitamins, and I dont need any birth control. Now you tell me why I should waist $40 to get out in the pouring rain and drive into freakin Gainesville!?! (Blah- because Jef is making me go... I woulda held out on nookie if I'd known this). And if all this isn't bad enough, I am leaving Ava for the first time (with mom) while I go to the doctor.

On the boob-front: My pump is still broke! The daggum thing has two plastic parts that twist and click together, and I guess they have stressed and cracked, as I mentioned yesterday. I can still pump, but it's holding together by a thread. I managed to pump a bottle for mom last nite, so we're good for the day (hope, hope, hope). I have a few bags frozen if all else fails. The pump I found on Ebay went up to $13 overnite... I might break down and go forkout the big bucks for a new one. Even a good manual pump is $40-$50!! Holy Engorged Breasts, Batman!

Wow- the "girls" know I am THINKING about them. I just felt the let-down reflex kick in and the ol "boops" have swollen to porn-star potential. They are like Santa Claus... They know when I'm sleeping, they know when I'm awake- and they just dont care, they'll leak anywhere! It's like traveling with two large water balloons in a world full of pins.

Someone else must have heard my milk-thoughts, because Miss Ava is awake. TTFN~

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