Hi!.. Hope your week has been going well.. tomorrow’s Friday! Some may have a 3-day weekend.. Enjoy! Kaylor says today, “Ah, I’m livin’ a dream life!”.. Um.. “What’s that, K?” She replies, “A FOUR day weekend!”.. haha.. Obviously she was excited to be out of school today & tomorrow, ya think? 😉
We had a fun day.. We met my friend Jill (& former co-worker) for lunch and then headed w/ her back to Verizon for a visit.. It was great to see everyone and introduce them to Ashlyn. They also enjoyed the many silly stories that Kaylor had to tell.
OH! I almost forgot.. We ventured out for the first dinner out w/ Ash last Friday! K wanted to stay at mamaw’s, because, well, I guess daddy & I are boring. It went pretty well. We’re still battling bottle issues, especially from me, as she literally refuses & cries wanting the real deal. But all in all, she was a good girl, and we enjoyed ourselves..
Which leads me into my next thought.. I caught an episode of a recent Oprah. It was all about motherhood, and the crazy things that mothers often don’t admit, etc. There were some hysterical ones; “sometimes I forget to feed my son dinner”; “instead of bathing my kids, sometimes I would just let them get in the hot tub”; etc. They had a good point. There are really lots of things we do as mothers, but it’s the unspoken that we ALL do but rarely admit to. So, out of pure entertainment, I thought I would start sharing my happenings about the “what you hate to fess up to that I actually did” moments.. Have a laugh on me! 😉
Let me preface this by saying, ya gotta do what you’ve gotta do, AND, nursing mothers out there know to expect the unexpected when it comes to breastfeeding.. Yesterday at the very last minute before getting ready to get K picked up at school, I talked w/ a fellow Tupperware pal, and needed to meet her to grab a couple of catalogs. Knowing that Ashlyn would be ready for a feeding at any moment. (did I mention we’re having bottle issues?) Hop in the car and head out… got the catalogs, drove back to Kaylor’s school and that’s when all broke loose. We were parked in the pick up line and a quick glance at the dash clock told me we shouldn’t be moving for at least a 10 min. window. Reaching into the back, I tried my best to get A to take the dreaded bottle.. Nope. Not happening. Soooo what’s a mother to do, but get her child fed. I unfastened my seat belt, crawled 1/2 way into the backseat and got her out of her carseat. Luckily the 9lbs of baby is still fairly light and not so luckily the guy parked in front of me saw a big rear-end in his.. uh.. rear-view.. (haha.. nice pun).. So there I nursed her, from the driver’s seat of the Explorer. Oh, how the meaning of “being mobile” just became more clearer to me. Ashlyn fed= full tummy= happy baby. (No picture to go along w/ this story… lol)