After seeing this super awesome video I am appalled that my 5 month old is not doing the breast-stroke yet. I'm throwing him in the nearest body of water.
I'm sitting here with a large glass of Pino Grigio and a bag of potato chips. This is not going to end well.
I'm mad as hell, but I'm not sure at who. Part of me thinks I'm crazy for wanting to place the blame on anyone, the other part of me wants to chug this glass so I can forget about the guilt I feel.
I'm the first admit that breastfeeding once your kid is old enough to ask for a boob kinda gives me the creeps. But hey who am I to judge, as long as the child is healthy it's within a mother's right to nourish her child however she sees fit.
Some people feel uncomfortable when I whip out my lady lump to feed Nolan. It makes ME uncomfortable that parents feed their kids overly processed food with little to no nutritional value, but I've learned to keep my mouth shut.
Like every holiday where I am hosting the meal I am usually told by my mother and/or husband & children to calm down at some point during the day. It's funny how those words always incite the exact opposite; this Mother's Day this year was no different.
I didn't think they would both happen in one week, much less one day after another. But they did. Two developmental milestones for my little chubby 5 month old just took place... and I couldn't be more excited!
First off Nolan has been drooling like Charlie Sheen at a strip club. Everything he touches gets covered in a saliva which seems to come out in endless supplies.