Random Musings

1. I have an unfortunate affinity for dressing my child in the dorkiest (cutest) clothes I can possibly find.
Example:


Because it's never too early for a patriotic sweater vest.

 2. I started pumping to store up a supply of breastmilk. Things I've come to learn:
A) Pumping grosses me out. I've never in my life felt like such a cow. It makes me want to refer to my breasts as udders.
B) Gathering breastmilk is an extremely tedious process. I'm stoked when I get a full ounce. Nicholas likens it to a snake venom extraction.
C) Because I get so little return each time, I treat that milk like it's the elixer to old age. When I'm transferring it into the storage bags it's done with the kind of attention and focus usually reserved for level 4 deadly virus labs. Can't. Waste. A. Drop.
D) I know all my time, effiort, and patience will be for naught, as when PopPop Gary starts babysitting he'll probably go through my precious supply in a matter of hours.

3. River is now really focusing and looking at things around him. He has these little bug rattles that hang on the handle of his car seat, and the boy is determined to figure out what the hell those things are. He studies those things like there's going to be a test on them. (Which there might.)

4. Our bath towel looks like a KKK hood.