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.


7/4/07

4th Of July and Other Ramblings

Happy 4th Gang! Wow... this time last year I was pregnant and digging a hole in the sand for my belly to fit into so I could get sun on my backside on Daytona Beach. Jef, Faith, and I watched the space shuttle launch from the side of the road just south of Titusville. Life was good!

Now, I'm a freakin' construction foreman for my father and the swing set.

If you stand there for twenty minutes preaching about reading the directions and how when you do read them all will go smoothly... don't you think you should then actually READ the directions?? What the heck, dad! Thank god I was there, or the damn thing would be condemned. Here's a pic of the behemoth almost done:
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Jef (now he's the "one with the hat") & HD (aka Dad) assembling the swing set.

And, for B&K, here's the link to the hamhock incident. Not quite as funny as your last posting, but a must read.

Ava has a new nickname: Scooby-Boobie-Doo. It's all about the boobie-snacks for this kid. She has learned to lift my shirt up and self-serve at the dairy bar. She has also become a very, very rough nurser (well, more than she was to begin with). I constantly have bruises and claw marks on my boobs, chest, and stomach (and arms and legs and...). She also bounces like she's on a pogo stick while fully latched onto me! I cannot explain the sensation of this any better than running a marathon without a sports bra.

My mother after watching all of Ava's aforementioned antics said, "Well I guess you are about ready to wean her and give her formula from now on!"

I told her in my usual monotone style, "Not a chance in hell mother! I'm in this for the long haul!"

My goodness, I've invested nearly 10 months into breastfeeding. I've endured blood blistered purple nurples, leaky boobs, the arcane nursing bra, porn star sized boobs, and cluster feedings for days at a time. Why would I quit now because of a little bruising and a few scratches?

--The Milk Maid says I'm much to dainty for construction. No- really!

5 comments:

B said...

Well, at least you got rid of the evidence yourself! Have you ever told Jef? K would have left it for me to deal with after I got home from work! She's always quick to explain the dynamics of a butch femme relationship when she's screwed something up! : )
Love the swing set! Makes me want one for myself!Jef and your dad look cute working together.

Milk Maid said...

In the world of butch femme (man+woman world that is) I am the butch! I am totally the Bob Vila (plus nads!) around here. And yeah, Jef knew... silently he reads all my blog musings. Dad and Jef are totally adorable together... people say I look just like my dad, but considering I am adopted (or am I???)... well next blog you be the judge!

I'm glad everyone else had a happy 4th... :-)

kittenroar5 said...

Ignore B. I love the tree house!

B said...

Yeah..you and your dresses are SOOOOO butch! : ) Just kidding ninja girl, don't kick my ass! How is the karate going by the way?

Deena said...

I didn' realize you were adopted, so am I!!!

The swing set looks really nice! Makes me want to be a kid again!
Can you come over and build me one, Mr. Vila?