Wordless Wednesday

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Breastfeeding on the radio

     On the way to drop O off at school this morning I was listening to the radio like I always do.  Today's topic of conversation was things you don't want to see in public.  Most of the people that called in had funny things or things that were just so true, but then there was the man who called in and said  a woman breastfeeding, unless she is "hot".  First of all I was so surprised that the radio station aired his call, then I was not sure I herd him correctly since I had the radio turned down and the more I thought about it the sadder I became.  Now I did hear it correctly because after the next song there were calls in about what he said and supporting breast feeding moms. 
     As I sit here typing and breastfeeding my baby the thought just saddens me.  I breastfeed my babies, that is my choice and it is what is best for my family; I feel that it does not make me any better or worse than moms who don't breastfeed.  Since I do not sit in my house all day there are times when I have to feed my baby in public and in the state of Maryland I have the law with me; it states that I can feed my child where I want.  Now I am not one to just pull my boob out for the world to see and feed my baby. I am not the sure of myself, I don't want the world seeing my boob.  So I find a spot that is quite and I keep my shirt down as much as I can but still allowing Little B access to my boob in order to eat.  I don't like big nursing covers I feel like they draw more attention to me, if I feel like I need some more coverage I will put a blanket over Little B once he has latched on. 
     Now since I have had the chance to write down my thoughts, I can let them go and move on. I am not going to let one man's opinion change my ways of doing things, that is just not me.  But I think I may feel bad for the guy.  Maybe he does not have a family or has thought about making the right choice for his kids, because I think anyone who has children knows how if feels to make decisions about their family and what is right for them.  I would like to think that if this man had to make decisions that he would understand and would have kept his thoughts to himself or his close friends not to the world.  And now I am going to move on with my day.

I don't have a good picture of my feeding either of my babies, so I decided to post a picture of Little B, with all of his rolls.

What is it?

     Now I just don't understand why little boys have to pee all over.  O, who is three, has started this peeing all over thing.  He will stand at the toilet and then kind of aim the wrong way so the pee is missing the toilet.  He will even say "I am going to pee on the wall".  I believe he pick the saying up from school and maybe the peeing thing too. I am not sure, but he thinks it is funny and it is not.  So I redirect him and I try not to respond when he first says it and only react if he does miss the toilet. But really I have hand enough.  He did not make a mess when he was learning to use the toilet, well maybe that is because he sat like mommy for the first 8 months he used the potty.  What is it with boys?

I don't have a picture of this, not that it would be appropriate, so I just picked another one of my O.

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Buddies

This weeks photo challenge over at The paper Mama is buddies.

     It was just yesterday that I was writing about my two boys and how they are learning to play together.  Little B is just getting to the point that he is interested in toys and this has been so much fun for O because he can not interact with him and I think he loves it.  I hope they will be buddies as the grow up, they have a good start. 

     We have a night time routine that we follow nightly and fitting Little B in has been pretty easy.  One thing that I did not expect to be part of our routine is something we call "Two Boys in a Bed".  It is simply that.  Right be for hugs, kisses and lights out O climbs in his bed and we lay Little B in bed with him.  Then we just talk or I sing silly, made up songs about two boys in a bed to them.  The best part, they both seem to love it.  Little B does not cry he just lays there and smiles, and looks around.  I find that he looks at O a lot more now.  O just loves it.  He will kiss and hug Little B and sing with me.  It is great. I can't wait to take more pictures of my two boys showing how they are best buddies.