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You'll have to excuse him, ladies, he is just a boob man.

So. Quite a day here. My middlest child had several melt downs. And found a marker and gave himself a pretty tattoo on his arm. All over his arm. With black marker. Hah. Just in time to go deliver xmas cards to a retirement home and sing songs. How nice. He is such a boy.

The baby made my day. He made me laugh. This morning he said "dada" when daddy went to get him out of bed which was pretty cool. he has been saying "mama" for a while now. And then.... I was sitting in the rocker and he was standing at my knees pulling on me and trying to get to me. He was ready to nurse. So I told him just a minute and was trying to finish something and he looked up at me and said..................................................... are you ready? ............... he said "Boob". hahahahahahaha I shit you not. It was too freakin' funny. I laughed until I almost peed my pants. And then picked him up. And gave him what he asked for....

And just so you don't think it was some random word choice on his part.... tonight he crawled around after me for about ten minutes chasing me around the house, pulling on my pants and saying "boob. boob. boob. boob." hehehe haha heeeheee

he's a boob man alright.

OCD

So I had a slightly stressful day. And evening. Not as bad as the last few but still... I was trying to not get grumpy. All the kids went to bed and hubby is not home yet. And I was cleaning the livingroom. And I was sitting on the floor and kinda ... humming... under my breath and realized... I was sorting the boys toys into seperate categories and arranging them by size and type.

And I wonder where the boy gets it from?

Boob Ninjas Unite!

Ok. I am so totally not a breast feeding nazi (bad word choice maybe). I support every mother's right to choose how she feeds her baby. But, I also acknowledge that the breast is best. I am still breastfeeding my 8 month old. And, despite the teeth, mostly still enjoying it and feeling good about my decision. There has been a lot of recent controversy regarding breast feeding in public. My baby eats when he is hungry. Walking down the aisle in Walmart, sitting in a restaurant, at the park, wherever. I generally will cover up with a blanket. Not because I am ashamed, but because I choose not to make people uncomfortable. It is a regrettable fact of life in America that some people find the natural act of breast feeding a baby makes them uncomfortable. Fine. I respect your feelings. But, if I do not have a blankie and my baby needs to eat... I am feeding him regardless. And I am not going to go into a filthy public restroom to do so. Do YOU want to eat in a bathroom? I didn't think so.

Take a look at the videos posted here of breast feeding. The League of Maternal Justice and the Boob Ninjas did a great job responding to the Facebook and Applebees issues. If I had any video of baby boy chowing down I would so totally put it up here and on You Tube. No doubt.

So... that was my mini rant for the day. More later....

MIA? No, just POC

POC of course meaning Prisoner of Children. Yes, my children have held me prisoner and not allowed me to blog.

Actually, I just suck. Sorry.

My to do list is a mile and a half long. On the good side, I made some xmas money at a yard sale this weekend. And plan on trying to make some more this coming up weekend. And trying to ebay some of my junk as well. If it gets it OUT OF MY HOUSe and makes me some money too then I am ahead of the game. I am tired of having TOO MUCH JUNK.

So, xmas lists are made for the kids. I need to make shopping lists and decide for sure what I am getting for who. I need to finish the xmas letter and get cards ready to go out before this weekend. (I usually try to get them out right after Thanksgiving. I am SLOW this year.) I need to start with the baking and crafting, etc. I love xmas.

The boys have been hilarious over the last week or so. I will post seperately about there funniness when they let me. Right now, eldest boy is trying to eat my soul with his FOURTH shitty diaper of the day. And youngest boy is trying to make me feel like a big meanie mommy for daring to put him down when he really wanted to be held. So.... off to the trenches. Now... where did I put my gas mask???