not exactly what I had in mind

Way back when I decided to breastfeed H - and subsequent children - this is NOT what I had in mind.

I agree with the motto "It takes a village to raise a child".

And I also believe that you need the support of those around you in order to successfully nurse your child.

But tell me.... do I really need all three kids AND two of the cats in bed with me while S nurses? And do I need him sitting crosslegged beside me while I'm flat on my back, cuz he wants to be able to see his sisters sitting beside him? And do I need one child snuggled on one side asking questions about HER boobies while the other one lifts up her shirt to inspect her nipples?

Do I really need to cat attacking my foot every time I try to shift to get more comfortable? And his brother then attacking HIM for moving and disturbing his precious feline space?

Do I need to explain to a little boy that no, mommy's nipples weren't 6" long to begin with, and turning your head with a nipple in your mouth because your sisters are jumping up and downmaking mommy go "oof" and in turn making you laugh is NOT conducive to a good nursing relationship?

And I'll tell you what - it didn't help any when my dearly beloved stood at the end of the bed and asked how the heck I was still able to read with all of that going on.

Duh. I'm a mom. How else?

No more poop jokes!

We've been getting on to the girls lately about the poop jokes. Their answer to everything is "Poop!" and they laugh like crazy, and it's getting old fast.

So this morning, S gets up and I change his diaper... which is poopy. I'm talking to him, telling him "Say POOP! Poop! Poop!" and he's laughing.

I should have known better.

Mere seconds later, 31 lbs of tyrannical fury appears in the doorway, wild hair flying everywhere, and announces,

"NO MORE POOP JOKES, MOM!!"

I should have known better.

At least she didn't eat it.

H asked me to come upstairs and help her get the pc running again. When I sat down, I glanced at the wall directly beside me, mere inches from my face.

Plastered to the wall right at eye level were several large, dried boogers. Nothing like gross to start off the day.

So when I asked H why on earth she wiped her boogers on the wall, she shrugged and gave the infamous "I dunno!" answer. I wasn't exactly thrilled, so I made her clean them off.

She had a few issues with that. Said she couldn't get all the boogers off, so I told her to keep working at it.

Maybe now she'll take me seriously when I tell her to go in the bathroom and use a kleenex... and to wash her hands afterwards.