The Twinkies

The other night I nursed J. lying down in bed, heart to heart. When he was done, he curled up against me and slept. I tucked my knees up so his feet were on my thighs, and rubbed my cheek on the top of his fuzzy head. For a few minutes my adventurer was wholly mine again, sheltered by my body, belonging to me alone.

So, I was asked by Seabird to come up with 5 words that describe this site. I picked: motherhood, twins, breastfeeding, cuteness, photos.

What five words would you pick to describe yourself?

Liesel Elliott over at Dante’s Inferno with Children picked me as one of her three favorite new blogs. Score!

I am amazed she likes me because I am in awe of her writing. She speaks with raw eloquence about growing up with a what I shall call a “less than ideal” mother as well as the challenges and rewards of raising a child with Sensory Integration Dysfunction. Go read her.

F.

1. There is a drawer at the base of a bookshelf that can be opened and closed.
2. Hey, look, a fireplace!

J.

1. The cat’s water dish has a recirculating fountain to keep the water fresh. It’s fun to stick your hand under the stream of water.
2. The storm door has a window right at little person height so you can watch the world go by.
3. If you pull off the breast and squeeze it, milk squirts you in the face.
4. Teething bisquits aren’t just for waving around, they’re for putting in your mouth and chewing on. Yum!

…because, although 14-year-olds claiming to be 21 and posting photos that make themselves look like hookers is totally OK, a woman breastfeeding is indecent.

This pisses me off. Let me explain. No, that would take too long. Let me sum up.

News Story: http://www.kirotv.com/news/11083731/detail.html
Petition: http://www.petitiononline.com/Brstfeed/petition.html

I’m number 4329, just so you know.