Semantics

I was reminded of this the other day, so thought to post it. This NEVER happens to me anymore, my little guy is three and a half, and only ever wants to nurse at night. It’s gotten so that I was able to throw out my old, ragged, holey (holy!) breastfeeding bras and replace them with non-functioning though pretty and perky bras. Now these new bras have an issue, if I try and nurse OVER them I get a raging ┬ábreast infection, and as I just noted my little guy only nurses at night, so the best solution to a breast infection, nursing, isn’t really that helpful. So I can’t go over the bra. I did figure out that I could pull the bra up, wire unders and all, so that it lays across my chest. My little guy protests though saying, “mommy I don’t like it all wapped around like that on top of my head.” Yes, indeed. So, and of course it’s the sensible route, I just take my bra off and go without somewhere around dinner time, and then as long as my bra is off, I might as well get in pajamas. It’s really a time saver, to get into your pajamas at about 6 o’clock in the evening, and clearly announces to the world that you’re completely done for the day. Speaking of time savers, we’re back to the comic:

 

Sniffing In

I started work on the second volume of 2007 comics (e-book). The first is for sale here: Wait, where did it go? Oh man, my page listing all my books for sale has been broken, seriously? I have got to fire my tech guy. Of course the tech guy is just me and my spectacularly casual knowledge of anything tech-y. I’m headed in to fix the page…My super-kaflooey page seems to be broken and no matter how I crank the handle I can’t fix it, so I created a books post with some duct tape and spittle and now can move on to what I was talking about before…what was it…? How about a comic from 2007?

You two meet?


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Mama says: hello nice to meet you, my name is…

nursing baby thinks: Oh is there someone new to meet?
mama says: Uh.
Baby thinks: Hello! I’m sociable!!!
See?
Mama says: and this is my breas…er, um, baby.
baby thinks: did you two meet?…