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.


There Is No Flea At The Market

We took Ava to the local Flea Market today with the idea of letting her ride one of the ponies on the roundie-round thing. Little did we know that she would scream... Not because of the horses- oh no. When the time came to get off the pony they poor child wailed like a banshee! And then she tried to hop off the other side of the horse so I couldn't get her!

Obviously, her dada thinks she needs a pony now. Well, maybe I think that too. And her birthday is coming up. And there are some free and cheap 4-footed friends on the List of Craig.

Can everyone guess what is written across the top of our foreheads? Yes, that's it... it says:

--The Milk Maid says she might just live to regret this decision!


battynurse said...

Seriously? Free ponies. Hell get her 2.

Candace said...

ahhhh, what a Mom & Dad you gyys are! A Pony? The wish almost every kids makes and almost none of us get! Way to go AVA!

Michelle said...

Im such a blog slacker now. Something I never imagined I would become. But I wanted to say hello!!

singletracey said...

OMG.. FREE.. If I could get a pony for free I would! Can it carry big fluffy girls for a ride?

Anonymous said...

How about purchasing a pony of the "My Little" lineage? The ride isn't as smooth but the poop is way smaller.