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.


As I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Last night as I tossed and turned restlessly trying to bargain with sleep to come to my body I started to ponder the spacing in age of children. The children whose spacing was in question was of course my children, present and future (oh yeah I'm still all about having a 3rd kid - someday before the next eon).

I realized as I lay awake that I have single-handedly managed to create a perfect storm of child spacing. My brain turned to oatmeal as the reality settled in of having a pre-teen (in all her that guy from Twilight is hot and I'm growing sizable boobs glory) and a child in the throws of her Terrible Two's and soon to turn Even Worse Three's (no I didn't make the part about the three's being worse than the two's up at all!).

While I am tossing all my irons in the fire let's go ahead and remind everyone of the fact that I also have a 23 year old step daughter who I swear does the Devil's Bidding from the far away land of Argentina.

I do declare I have managed to create the Trifecta From Hell when it comes to the spacing of my children.

Of course I wouldn't trade any of the precious girls (except the step-daughter) for anything (and if you are interested in a whiny, lazy twenty-three year old we can negotiate terms on the spot), but there was definitely a lack in creative thinking when the whole deal of birth order came to be.

So with the question of when to birth the next spawn still up in the air, as it has been for 2 years, I wonder just what spacing would be "best" for not adding to the already stormy land of the Casa de Leche.

Oh what the heck, I can wait until Ava is 9 and repeat the pattern I know so well... I will have had lots of practice!


I Always Thought This One Would Have Been Funnier

My 500th post is brought to you by the letter G (for Guilt over not blogging in the past 2 months) and the letter U (for a slight Urging to Update).

What can I say about my absence over the last almost 60 days? Not much in fact- that is mainly the problem. Nothing has been happening at the Casa de Leche you haven't heard before like the fact that I have been working my ass off, I've been sick like 4 times (thanks pediatrics for the upper respiratory infection turned bronchitis and all the other junk I've had), Jef didn't work for months and now has a pretty darn good job selling life insurance, Faith is going to cheer camp next week, and Ava's new word for sandwich sounds an awful lot like "dammit". Oh and I've managed to lose 25 pounds since April-ish.

Now that you are up to speed I can shove the keyboard to the side once again, right? No, I didn't think so either (the Milk Maid smiles a devilish smile somewhere around here).

--The Milk Maid says there will more- promise!