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She's trying to move the bed.

Cara got a toddler bed yesterday.

As you can see from the picture, her crib is still up.  I figured I was doing good by just getting the toddler bed put together.  Actually, I was a fucking rockstar!

That bed has eight slats.  Each one of those slats has a peg on each end of the slat.  Each of those pegs must go in both sides of the bed…at the SAME time!  By the time I got that stupid bed together, I would have sooner thrown it than looked at it.  BUT, the bed was/is a very nice gift from Cara’s grandparents and aunt so it would have been just a bit rude to wreck the nice bed.

We have had issues with eating out with Cara since she was a tiny infant.  Actually, that’s not totally right.  Other people have had issues with us eating out with Cara since she was a tiny infant.

When Cara was an itty bitty baby, I would breastfeed her when we went to dinner.  Since I hadn’t yet really gotten into the groove of the whole “breastfeeding in public” thing, I was VERY discreet and would request a booth in the back [and how about a curtain while you're at it].  Despite my shame tinged REALLY covered up breastfeeding, I got a myriad of nasty looks and whispers and a lot of shaking of heads.

One thing that sucks about me being pregnant right now is the fact that Cara’s not weaned.

She had cut herself down to one real feeding when she woke up and one real feeding right before bed and then she would nurse when she woke up in the middle of the night. In addition to the real feedings, she would graze several times a day for maybe five minutes at a time.

I had planned on fully weaning her before we moved home but now it’s a necessity.

I feel the need to defend myself about this post.

I didn’t write it as any sort of New Year’s resolution. I know from personal experience that New Year’s resolutions don’t work. In fact, 63% fail with in two month.

Mine always have failed and since all of my “acceptable” excuses for over-eating were past me, [i.e. Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas] I was finally ready to quit being a quitter [you know what I mean] and to finally change small things that would eventually lead to big payoffs.

However, I’m going to have to put all of that on hold…at least for nine months.

Dear YouTube,

I love you.

You have given my daughter, my husband, and me hours and hours of enjoyment.

But, I’m pretty pissed off at you right now.

The League of Maternal Justice posted a breastfeeding montage on your site in response to Facebook banning a picture of a woman breastfeeding her child.

It was a nice video. No bare boobs, nothing offensive.

For some reason, you’ve banned our video. I say “our” because my daughter and I were in the video. No warning, no reason. You just banned it.

I’ve never considered myself “abused”.

I always had a bed to sleep in, clothes on my back and food in my stomach.

I can count on one hand the number of times that I was spanked.

But, the more I thought about it, the more long forgotten memories came flooding back.

Hours spent alone in my bathroom as punishment for some small transgression. [I got smart and started hiding books in my bathroom cabinet]

Months of hardcore grounding [ie, no tv, no phone, no reading, no visits with friends] for things that actually only deserved a couple of weeks of punishment.

I just received an email with a funny [and very true] list of breastfeeding “terms” with definitions; I had to share them here.

The Boob Lift – The unconscious lifting of your breasts to check which is fuller. It may be done at any time regardless of where you are or whom you’re talking to.

The Nursing Flip – The action of adjusting you and your baby to make ready for nursing. This means moving your T-shirt off your butt, doing the “boob lift”, putting the baby in the crook of your arm and unlatching your bra, all in about 15 seconds with no attention taken away from your previous task.

We just got back from the store and I’m a bit scared.

These hoochies on the left have taken over an isle and a half in the toy section at Target!

They’re like Barbie but ghetto fabulous and they look like little plastic sluts.

Am I the only one who is uncomfortable with this?!

They are in cartoons and music videos, coloring books, a MOVIE…I even saw a Halloween “costume“. I put costume in quotes since there wasn’t much to the costume and it was for a two year old!

What the hell?

I was reading over some of my archived posts [kinda scary] and I noticed that, for the most part, I only write about my husband when either A: I can post a “classic” picture of him, or B: he says something absolutely ridiculous.

Since he reads my blog daily, I figured that I would write something nice about him for a change.

When we found out that I was pregnant, we made the decision that I would quit my job and stay at home with the baby.

It was a decision that wasn’t made lightly and has at times, been stressful for everyone involved.

Man, I know that Monday was a holiday, but this week just seemed to drag for me.

I have a sneaking suspicion that it might have a tiny bit to do with the fact that Cara has taken to waking up twice during the night again.

She eats and then goes right back to sleep and even though I can pass right back out as well, it sucks to not be able to sleep uninterrupted.

That and I’m worried that I’m creating this problem again.