Vote here! Would you like my opinion?
Do you think that I should start posting a weekly book review? I am already posting what we are reading over to right there, what you have not been paying attention to all that the huckablog has to offer? for shame…. Anyway your choices are:
A. Yes, Hey You! You should totally do that. I respect your opinion on all things literary.
B. Hell-to-the-NO. You opine much to freely already.
C. Eh. You can if you want, but I do not really read so I will just ignore those posts.
Filed under Read it or Rant | Comments (14)Happy Saint Patrick’s Day
May your blessings out number the clovers in the field.
Mine do.
Filed under Photography, The Son | Comments (8)To get you in an Irish kinda mood
Pictures from when we were in Ireland last year!
Hey You kissing the Blarney Stone
The Husband kissing the Blarney Stone
Blarney Castle
Lovely Irish country side
Cork, Ireland from our cabin’s balcony on the ship
Filed under Family-blame the DNA, Photography | Comments (6)Mine are not green, but if yours are, use them anyway.
Would you nurse him in the park?
Would you nurse him in the dark?
Would you nurse him with a Boppy?
And, when your boobs are feeling floppy?
I would nurse him in the park,
I would nurse him in the dark.
I’d nurse with, or without, a Boppy.
Floppy boobs will never stop me.
Can you nurse with your seat belt on?
Can you nurse from dusk till dawn?
Though he may pinch me, bite me, pull,
I will nurse him `till he’s full!
Can you nurse and make some soup?
Can you nurse and feed the group?
It makes him healthy, strong, and smart,
Mommy’s milk is the best start!
Would you nurse him at the game?
Would you nurse him in the rain?
In front of those who dare complain?
I would nurse him at the game.
I would nurse him in the rain.
As for those who protest lactation,
I have the perfect explanation.
Mommy’s milk is tailor made
It’s the perfect food, you need no aid.
Some may scoff and some may wriggle,
Avert their eyes or even giggle.
To those who can be cruel and rude,
Remind them breast’s the perfect food!
I would never scoff or giggle,
Roll my eyes or even wiggle!
I would not be so crass or crude,
I KNOW this milk’s the perfect food!
We make the amount we need
The perfect temp for every feed.
There’s no compare to milk from breast-
The perfect food, above the rest.
Those sweet nursing smiles are oh, so sweet,
Mommy’s milk is such a treat.
Human milk just can’t be beat.
I will nurse, in any case,
On the street or in your face.
I will not let my baby cry,
I’ll meet his needs, I’ll always try.
It’s not about what’s good for you,
It’s best for babies, through and through.
I will nurse him in my home,
I will nurse him when I roam.
Leave me be lads and ma’am.
I will nurse him, Mom I am.
Originally posted on gwendomama.com
Thanks for letting me use it!
Filed under Breastfeeding, Poetry | Comment (1)I’m just mad about Saffron.
Saffron’s mad about me
I’m just mad about Saffron
He’s just mad about me
They call me mellow yellow
They call me mellow yellow
They call me mellow yellow
So mellow, he’s so yellow, Quite rightly.
Today’s post brought to you by Donovan, and probably copious amounts of narcotics he was smoking.
Filed under Photography, Poetry, The Son | Comments (21)
Chuck has nothing on The Son.
Okay, so Dooce has made a killing off of pictures like this. Do you think I should add some ads now?
