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.


Stinky C In The House!

It's almost Turkey Day! Great- another excuse to need a nap, right?! Like I need an excuse after the past week, but anyways!

Ava has been gassy lately. Really gassy. Like, so gassy I blame Jef for them! My mom recommended Karo Syrup to help her belly. If you've never heard of Karo it's pretty much pure corn sugar. You give them a squirt in their bottle and wha-laa, belly fixed. Of course, when you breastfeed, it's a little harder to get the Karo "IN"- ya know!? Oh sure, we've come up with quite a few fun options for getting the syrup into the milk-- me eating a bottle of it (yum, sugar rush), rubbing it on my boobs (death by ants), etc. The best solution (other than squirting a little on a passy- like she needed that encouragement) is to pump a bottle and lace it up with the Karo. I sure hope this works... Stinky C has earned her wings to Pootville already!

Oh, in the 20 lbs of rice adventure from yesterday I forgot to mention the comment about my mother's new windows she had installed. They were double hung. You can use your imagination for that one.

I will have a house full tomorrow- Faith, Jef, and Ava (Stinky C!!) will all be here. Along with Chip (the cat) and Buster (the dog), that's a full load. I'm not looking forward to T-Day. Most of my family doesnt know about Jef's recent adventure in unemployment, and as nosey and judgemental as they are, I dont care for them to. My family is just weird. They insert themselves where they dont belong, and I have the kind of manners to tell them to take a flying leap and never look back. I have one cousin in particular who tried to pick a fight with my mom at my grandparents funerals (they died 4 days apart) about who got what potted plant. I told her in no uncertain terms that I was half her age and twice her size, and if she had any doubts that I'd kick her ass right there in the funeral home chapel she was dead wrong. Wow- I'm such a passificist when it comes to family relations, huh?

Hey Berrymom, I tried to leave you a post on your blog. You either have 8 of them, or none- so what I was going to say was I hope the BP thing is a fluke and settles back down for you! Plus, I wish I was closer because I'd be your personal chef for FREE! Just let me out of this house and gimme something to cook. Canned food is evil! ((HUGS)) girlfriend!

That's it for now folks- :-D


1 comment:

singletracey said...

Isnt family the best! Good luck onthe corn syrup trick.. ;-)