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.


What day is this?

I can't decide if today feels more like a Monday or a Thursday. Of course it is neither- it is Wednesday. I checked the calendar. And online. And my phone. Just to be sure of course. It doesn't feel like Wednesday at all, but I'm going to roll with it.

It was another 30 minute ride to drop Faith off at school this morning. Normally, I can do the round trip in less than 10-15 minutes, but since there isn't a road they aren't working on around here (plus no turning lane in front of the school- duh!) I have to really plan my morning out to get Faith to school in time. At one point it took 8 minutes to go less than 1/10 of a mile. That's 8 minutes of PRE-COFFEE time in a car with a disgruntled 11 month old and a "so-not-in-the-mood" 9 year old... and their ever-patient mother, of course. Minimal road-rage ensued: Only once did I flash my lights at the dope in front of me for not moving her car on my exact cue. Doesn't she know better?

Link of the day: Blinds

Now that traffic has settled down a little bit I guess Ava and I will go forage for breakfast somewhere.

--The Milk Maid needs that little book of virtues... NOW!


B said...

Can I borrow your book when you're done?

Michell said...

That is one thing that worries me about when I have a baby. About 70% of my swearing takes place in my car. I don't want to have one of those kids that other parents want to avoid because at 2 they have a full range of vivid swear words.