Future Breastfeeders of America

January 26, 2011

Today 15-month-old Sam wanted to nurse and I was busy, so Callie lifted her shirt for him to nurse.

He looked at her funny and pulled her shirt down for her.

Then he headed back to me, saying “nay nay” (nursing), which he’s been saying for months.

Someone recently asked me if size matters when you’re nursing (his wife has big ones, apparently). Nah, size doesn’t matter. My breast is always bigger than my newborn’s head, and, amazingly enough, I haven’t smothered one yet.

Wordless Wednesday (Kids on Computers)

Textercising Video

Everywhere I go I see people texting and multitasking.

I almost ran over my neighbor at the Quik Trip one day because she was walking across the parking lot while texting and wasn’t paying a lick of attention.

I see people walking down the sidewalk while texting.

Hanging out with friends while texting.

My advice: grab your head with both hands … and pull it out of your butt.

I have a Textercising video if you want to really multitask. I really didn't want to go the YouTube route, but Blogger wasn't uploading the video in less than like, a YEAR.

I Hide Organic Liver in Meals

So we get organic beef from a farmer and have for a few years now (Craig Sharp in Humboldt, Kansas, 620-473-3588 or 620-473-0511). We love it, but we end up with too much liver. It piles up because we don’t love it. I even give it away to whoever wants some, and I still have tons left. Every now and then we flour it and fry it up, but it’s not always a hit.

I don’t like to waste food, so I had to figure out a way to cook this stuff and use it.
So I’ve decided to find a way to disguise it.
I’ll cook it like normal … flour it and fry it in a pan until it’s nice and dry.

Then I’ll chop it all up super-fine with a big ole knife.
Then I’ll sneak it into stuff like shepherd’s pie, tater tot casserole and hamburgers.

Nobody will even notice. I’m not wasting food, and everybody gets their iron. We all win.

Got anymore ideas for where I can hide liver, besides in Aron’s underwear drawer?

My Husband, Mr. Aron McLoughlin, Blood Donor

We met 15 ½ years ago. We were inseparable from the start. We weren’t friends first. We dove in with both feet and have never looked back. 

Something I love about Aron is that he regularly donates not just his blood, but also platelets, which is a 2-hour process. He has a rare blood type, and also has some special thing about his blood where he never got some childhood illness that most kids get, so his blood is coveted.

The boy is a Blood Donor Star. Things arrive in the mail from the donation place because you can choose prizes according to how much you donate.

He never gripes about it hurting or acts woozy after doing it. He just does it. I am envious of him because I have these dinky, rolling veins that make it difficult for me to give blood. Then I get all woozy and have to lay around for hours even eating cookies and drinking juice. If I could just give blood when I’m pregnant, the blood bank would have a fridge full of my blood. When I’m pregnant my veins are huge and I have all sorts of extra blood.

Anyway, Happy Valentine’s Day and a big I love you to my husband, who subscribes to this blog so he can get it in his email box at work when I post.

P.S. Why is January blood donor month? Shouldn’t it be February, since it’s a heart-y month and the heart pumps blood?