Elijah has been weaned from the boob. Just two weeks shy of his Second Birthday my sweet baby boy has been banned from the ninny (or 'hee-hee' as he so adorably calls it).
I already felt like a jerk for weaning him, but on top of it as soon as I do he comes down with a horrible horrible cold. On the inside, I'm bawling like wee babe, but on the outside...
Still bawling.
It doesn't help that my boobs are like two giant flotation devices right now, out there on their own...jiggling through space and time.
No more nursing, ever again.
Sooooo...why don't you all write something clever and funny to keep me from balling my eyes at all day and night long? Anything? Hello? McFly?
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I will try.... sometimes my nightmares can be your funnies!
When I was first out of school, I caught shoplifters for a few years. I caught a lady stealing a breast pump, and had a hell of a time trying not to laugh!
I give you mad props for lasting two years. I ran away like a little girl once the first tooth broke through.
Who's space are they jiggling through...and at what time? I could probably make some money off that video footage. Sell it outta my trunk so I can buy more bling.
Wicky, wicky.
EVERY TIME I ever weaned a child (which happened so many times I can't keep count) they would get sick. EVERY time. And get this- once I weaned my third child at the age of two. And then I started working at a birth center and she would come with me sometimes and she'd see all these babies nursing and so "just for fun," she wanted to try a little ninny again and the next thing you know, I was lactating like Elsie the cow again. Don't fall for that trick, okay?
Oh why did you say 'boob'.
I'm like a high school kid over here now, giggling.
You said 'boob'
What can I say...it's Friday and I found it funny as hell.
I usually don't work 'Blue' but once it appears in my head I have to let it out...
"Once you been on the tit, its hard to quit, baby."
bawling ;)
WARNING: the MINUTE I stopped breastfeeding one, I was pregnant again. Until the vasectomy. My husband's, not mine.
Don't know if it was getting our bed back, or hormones, or both. But like, knocked up a minute later. I'm not kidding.
How do you get a dog to stop humping your leg?
You suck it's dick.
My friend says she'll give her baby the boob until she's seven. The baby not my friend ;) She says it's a good way to work of the weight she gained from the pregnancy. Is that true?
Flotation devices can be very useful for tethering one to earth and avoiding embarrassing moments of floating away in a strong breeze. Of course, the same effect may be had by the restraining weight of a toddler.
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