sticks, beads and strings
make wonderful, beautiful things


I just sat down and started a list of what needs to happen around here on a daily basis. And a mental list of what I am not going to do anymore. Wanna guess which list is longer?

Girls laundry-at 10, 12 and 17, they can fend for themselves on this one-I may relent on the 10 year old since she’s too short to reach the bottom of the machine. I was doing my own laundry at 12. I was also able to cook a meal from scratch to feed my dad when Mama worked late, but that’s another gripe for another day.

Folding boy laundry-they just rumple it anyway, so they can fetch it from the basket and put it away

Yep, that takes about 30 minutes a day off my workload, time I can use to…………feed the baby, read a book to someone (maybe even me) or just pick my nose. Nose picking is very therapeutic, you know.

And, yes, I am scheduling in an hour a day to commune with the yarny goodness.

I’ll have to figure out what time I need to get up to make it all happen, which will of course be way before I *want* to get up, but that’s ok. Sometimes a weight off your mind is just as restful as sleep, iykwim.

Baby news: the weight I posted of 6 pounds 4 ounces was incorrect. She was holding a monster poo. She does weigh 6 pounds 2 ounces, though. And today I saw a beautiful thing: She nursed for quite awhile, and then burped. When she burped, milk came from her mouth AND her nose. ROFL!! It was awesome! If you’ve never had a baby with poor latch, you may think I am crazy. I probably am, but that’s another issue.

One more thing while I am here with milk on the brain: I was looking at the avent stuff on Amazon and read a review someone had written. It was basically this: “You don’t need all this stuff. You have breasts, and they don’t need to be sterilized.”

Dear honey, I am so glad you have no feeding issues with your children. I, however, have had 4 in a row with growth problems. I have a more than abundant supply, with 52 ounces banked into the freezer in the last 7 days. What I also have, or rather my babes have, is a milk delivery issue. If you’ve never watched your born-healthy babies wither away to skin and bones because they could not get the milk out that soaked your clothes, your bed, and anything else you touched, count yourself blessed. But do get off your self-righteous pedestal. Sometimes, the world is NOT perfect.

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