Aidan has a new song for his arsenal. We were at the doctor’s office and as we were leaving Aidan started singing “I love you.” He then proceeded to sing it all the way home. I figured out pretty quickly that he was singing “Skinamarink.” It is very cute.
I love you,
in the morning,
and noon,
under moon.
I love you.
He is way too cute for his own good, though I thought he would say “I love you Mommy” before he would sing it in a song.
Sorry for the missed week. 🙂 The holiday Monday and my mom going home kept the blogging to a minimum and I didn’t get into the planning for last week.
Monday: Sole, mashed potatoes, vegetables
Tuesday: Hamburger kabobs, with rice and salad
Wednesday: spaghetti and garlic bread and salad
Thursday: Pizza
Friday: BBQ Chicken, baked potatoes,
Saturday: Pot Roast in crock pot
Sunday: Burgers and dogs
Yeah another week planned.
Today (well Friday now) I was reading Parent Dish and Nadine Silverthorne pointed out the the La Leche League International is now selling nursing bras. I was excited because an organization that is lactavist should be aware that all women are not the same shape or size and that as you are pregnant and nursing that you tend to get larger in the bust. I was once again disappointed. I actually wrote the following letter and as this ruminates (yes the pun was intended,) I actually am more than a little frustrated.
Dear La Leche League International,
I just wanted to send a note because I think that you need to be providing a service that other organizations are not. Nursing bras for larger sized women.
Frankly I was a little excited when I heard that the La Leche League was selling nursing bras. Then I looked at your selection and once again I was very disappointed. The size range that you have doesn’t include anything over a D cup. As a woman who normally has a 3D to 4D (G or H) it is impossible to find a nursing bra that is comfortable or fits. I was really hoping that for the next time I was nursing that somebody would provide this service. I know that I am not the only woman who has this problem. It would be nice to have an organization that promotes breastfeeding for every woman and baby to provide a selection of nursing bras for everyone.
I thank you in advance for your response in this matter.
Gwen Floyd
I am actually not just frustrated about the nursing bras, it is the absolute irritation of being a larger busted women in North America where all women should be small perky breasted or so full of silicon that you need no help to stay inflated and up in the air. I should not have to go to a speciality store and spend upwards of a hundred dollars just to get a bra that may fit but is still uncomfortable and ugly as sin. I should be able to go to my local Bay, Zellers, Sears or whatever and at least be able to get a 3D without any problem.
Sigh. I guess I will have to come to terms with it. I am not supposed to be comfortable or sexy. I am not supposed to be a woman who breastfeeds, or cares about how she looks while she does it. If I have a bust this size I should be a amazon who like to be poked in the armpits with underwire. I am supposed to take life’s lumps and not complain. Wait no, I am tired of seeing all these wonderful new nursing bras for glam moms and not being able to be a part of it because I am not an ideal size.
Anthony and I got to sleep sometime after midnight only to be wakened by a horrific scream in the alley out back. The screaming kept on going followed by a man yelling and the woman still screaming bloody murder. (Well no those weren’t her exact words, but it really sounded bad.) There was also a dog (obviously big) barking loudly. The. Whole. Time.
Anthony decided to grab some pyjama pants and run outside to see what was happening. He didn’t take a phone, nor shoes, nor shirt, but went outside and yelled at the couple to see if everything was alright. Mom was up on the balcony and asking if she should call the police, and a bunch of people from the front of our complex came out back to see what was going on. I grabbed some clothes and went upstairs to get the phone that was working so I could call 911 if needed.
The view from the balcony was kind of strange. A number of people were outside in various states of dress, what turned out to be a police officer with a police dog, a couple of plain clothes police officers and unmarked cars, and a woman who was tracked to a garage alcove in the complex behind us after allegedly stealing something. The police officer with the dog was yelling at the bystanders to calm down “She did a thief,” or something to that ungrammatically correct effect. So we had in our alley a “police incident.” It was very loud and frightening (the woman sounded like she was being assaulted,) and a big burst of adrenalin for the second time that night.
I tell you waking up to a woman screaming like that is very very disturbing. I can only thank god that Aidan slept through the whole thing.
Getting back to sleep was difficult. Not only did we have the after effects of the adrenalin push, but it stayed noisy and confusing in the alley for quite a while. About ten minutes after Anthony got back inside (fully admitting that he really should have put on some shoes and brought a phone) it got quite loud outside again. The woman yelling “You have already told me my fucking rights. I don’t want to hear them again.” The police officer(s) obviously telling her again. The paramedics doing something or other but not using the siren. Again I say thank god Aidan didn’t wake up.
I suppose there are several pieces of good news in this scenario.
