Request #217.1a

If Mrs Fussy Crankypants has been nursing her toddler and If she comes back to the dinner table, particularly if she comes back to the dinner table at which her in-laws are also attending, and If you  notice any kind of garment issue, please, PLEASE mention it at once instead of letting her sit through the rest of dinner looking like she doesn’t know how to button necessary buttons.

Thank you.

Nursing my Toddler

Stages of Nursing

When I was nursing the infant TT, we would often connect by gazing into each other’s eyes as I held him close, safe and secure next to me, warm and cozy, as he enjoyed his sweet, warm drink.

Now that he is a toddler, an active little curly-headed boy, he can ask for milk when he wants, which is frequently.

“Milk, pease”, he says.

“Ok,” I answer, as I head for our chair.

He skips ahead of me, dancing with anticipation, climbing up on the chair ahead of me, his excited giggle betraying to me just how very much this means to him, these few minutes that we sit together, as I hold him close, safe and secure next to me, warm and cozy, as he enjoys his sweet, warm drink.

(Sometimes he even says “yum-yum”, which makes me laugh.)

But it is the giggle that gets me. It bubbles up and out; he is clearly so excited about getting milk that he can’t contain it.  I just love it.  And him. And I’m so grateful we’ve been able to nurse as long as we have been.

Extreme Recycling

I am all for wasting not and wanting not, but I just heard about the practice of U.S. cattle farmers of feeding chicken poop to cows.

this pretty much just confirms to me that despite the price tag, searching out grass-fed beef (or doing without) is going to have to be the way to go.

Making Do

This is what happens when Mrs Fussy Crankypants has a birthday coming up for her little TT but she has packed the wrapping paper AND the gift bags but still has some brown parcel paper, some chuncky transportation puzzle shapes and her son’s glitter glue:

 

Presents

 

No showings scheduled yet.  Mrs FC thinks that there should be about 7 different people trying to outbid each other for her sweet little house by now.  It is, after all, the third day since it was listed.

Realtor Tour

Today was supposed to be a realtor tour from 11 -1.

I took Miles out and about for that time and delayed naptime and I even LEFT COOKIES OUT for them. But I don’t think anyone stopped by. If they did, they didn’t leave a card.

It’s the last time I leave cookies out.  I’ll know now to eat them all myself instead.

(P.S. I also had a dental appoint. this morning early and found out I need a ROOT CANAL.  Gah. Must be all those cookies I eat because the realtors aren’t…)