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.


Slacker Mom Diaries, Part One

This week has kind of gone by like a dream.

I awake an hour past my regular time to scrambled eggs, bacon, and a fresh cup of coffee on Monday. This is after Jef had chauffeured Faith to school and Ava tagging along for the ride after a homemade breakfast (made by my devilishly sweet hubby who is bound and determined to win the Mom Of The Year Award).

I was off from my morning classes Tuesday and Wednesday morning, I hit the chiropractor a few days- Monday and Thursday?-, I had a massage AND went out with a friend from school one night (I drank a lot and can't remember diddly other than riding in her convertible singing something about apple bottom jeans and the boots with the fur, the fur).

Jef will be home again this coming week, Faith is out of school on Friday (where the heck has the year gone?!), and life is swinging by at a fast clip- All is well.

I forgot to Friday Mish-Mash for the first time since Thanksgiving, but I don't think anyone missed me too much (*wink*).

Ava went to a bouncie-jumpie-blow up thingie party today. The little birthday girl, Bianca, is the daughter of one of my dad's pals. She was literally half the size of Ava, as were most of the other children. The only child that came close to Ava's size was a 3 year old. Ava was fearless, as usual. Ava climbed the 20 foot (almost vertical) slide all by herself and went like a wild banshee. Everyone was amazed that she wasn't quite 20 months old and was climbing and running and talking like such a big girl. I had so many parents come and chat with me- they've never seen a kid quite like Avie Gravie. I told them they broke the mold on that one- the world can only take so much. She's my little Fearless Freep!

Tune in (sometime) for more Slacker Mom Diaries...

--The Milk Maid says cheers and beers, no fears!
lax a dab on this outdoor furniture


Heidi said...

Thank you for putting that song in my head!!!

Michell said...

ooh, sounds like a nice week.

Malia'sMama said...

LOL! How tall is Miss Ava? How much does she weigh? Asking b/c folks often mistake my 18 month old for 2 yrs or more. And, the way she put away pasta and cake at a communion today- um, maybe she's THREE! :) Mal has the no-fear gene too! It's been a while since I stopped in, but you're ALWAYS a fun read :)

B said...

Ava is a growin girl..they bettah watch out!

babybound said...

I for one, did miss you Friday.

And being a slacker mom rules. It sounds pretty much perfect to me.

Deena said...

Enjoy breakfast in bed!! I am glad Jef is home and can help around the house! You need a break girl. You are WAY too busy.

She turned around and gave that big booty a slap!

Anonymous said...

Was the whole club looking at her? Did she go low, low, low?

And that, my dear, is your new ringtone.

:) kirsten

Marcy "meg" said...

Jef sounds like he is spoiling you :)

I can see you singing that song!