Sorry, All week long I tried to blog but couldn't. I made a draft but don't think I will be posting it anytime soon. It was a very sad week. A girl that I had become close to at work left on friday and all I wanted to do was cry. I will miss you, bearer of band-aids. You made working here fun. In other news, I gave her my blog address. Hopefully she'll read it. It was okay to let her know I had a blog since she's moving to another state and will quite possibly most likely never see The Hubby so she won't tell them. Not that I want to keep this thing a secret from the world. It's just, you know... I would feel censored if those that I knew in real life read my blog. Especially if those were The Hubby and especially if they were family members. So if you know me and I didn't give you the address (all one person of you), DON'T let me know! I would have to shoot first, shoot some more, and ask questions later.

The Kid has ANOTHER molar coming in. Crankyness factor has been upgraded to red. A little cold seems to be creeping in and making room up The Kid's nose. And oh yeah, did I mention that he loves his bellybutton? The Kid can't get enough of it. It's crazy I tell you, crazy. Dear God, where does the time go? It seems as if just yesterday I was feeling you move and now you're running around the house carrying your shoes. Why? Why must you carry your shoes all over the house? Do they need to see every single inch of the house? Do they need to take a rest from all that walking you do? Oh well, we'll never know will we?

In other news! I! Got! Accepted! At! My! Skool's! Honor! Roll! Society! Yay! I didn't even know we had one. Seems like you don't find them, they find you. Plus, on a better note. I did much better on my next test although I don't know what my score is because teacher hasn't posted grades yet. And, I found out that my lowest test score gets dropped. That will be just peachy. I have to wait a couple weeks in some ultra special bloglife secret thingamajig. Something so udderly (moo:) deelishus that I can't even bring myself to post about it yet. Will let you know if/when it did/didn't happen. In the meantime, it's Nakey Bottom Time! Courtesy of The Kid.



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Has anyone seen this product? Am I the only one that thinks its creepy? Disembodied hand patting and holding on to your child while he sleeps? Will baby be afraid of hands from now on? Is this some sort of relative of that creepy crawly hand on The Addams Family show? Will I ever stop using question marks?

What the heck? It's like some sort of bad movie. A badly produced horror movie. Attack of the disembodied hands!

a post on tony's blog reminded me of how the world is so....kooky. In hispanic countries, it is almost against the law to be a leftie. I am a leftie. So is my sister. I remember vividly how my father's family would tell him to "beat us out of it" and how we would never amount to anything in life because we were left handed. I have a cousin who was born a leftie and was beat so much by her parents that she is now ambidextrous. And that was just on my father's side of the family. My mother's side blamed it all on dad. As if. An aunt from mom's side once remarked as to how I would get poop on my hands everytime I wiped. Except she said it in that very vulgar way that some people from DR have and give the rest of us a bad rep. If she wasn't much bigger than me, I think I would've popped her one. She made me so mad. As if I wasn't capable of the most simple things. I'm a leftie and I can write upside down. Beat that, righties! I'm leftie, hear me roar!

That's my score in a test I took. A very very important test. I suck at skool. I wish I could bite my own head off. I've never had such a low grade in my life. And I was a habitual class cutter. This is going to ruin my GPA. I suck. It's physical geology class and it's online. It's very hard to concentrate on the class When I have The Kid wanting to play with the computer and The Hubby would rather watch TV instead of watching The Kid for five minutes. I have another very important test this saturday. I should be studying for it, but instead I'm here.......

I haven't really posted anything about breastfeeding even though is an integral part of my routine. Or, at least it used to be. See, when I got pregnant I did all this research and came to the conclusion that breast is best. I prepared the best I could for breastfeeding and The Hubby supported me. He was even more into it than I was. Thank God that The Kid was pretty good and knew exactly what to do. I think that I would've been depressed if I hadn't been able to breastfeed. We got off to a great start and I knew that I had done the right thing for us. I wanted to keep it as long as I could.

Fast forward a couple of months and The Hubby is not so hot on the breastfeeding thing. Mainly, he sees the breasts as "food" and "off limits" and "ewwww! that thing is leaking!" I continue to breastfeed because is what I feel is correct. I can't not breastfeed. Add to that the fact that everyone around us is asking when I'm going to wean and the pressure is on. One person said, and I quote "I asked how long is it correct to breastfeed and was told six weeks. So I breastfeed for one month over that. Children, especially boys, shouldn't be breastfed for long because it will awaken them to things they are too young to understand."

Now, here I am at 12 months, 1 week and I'm still going strong with the breastfeeding. I am not listening to any of them even if The Hubby is got his panties all in a bunch. I know that I'm doing what's best for my kid and I know he is not ready to wean. I've been working/skool since The Kid was 2 months. Bessie, my pump has been my best friend. Without her I don't know what I would've done. Sure, we had our times. Like when my milk came all pink due to bleeding nipples, and all that engorgement and such. I went from pumping 5 times a day at work/6 when I was at skool to zero (as of last week).

Right now I only feed The Kid first thing in the morning and just before going to bed at night. I will keep this up until at least 18 months when I will revisit the feeding thing.