"A" for effort...

..."F" for execution.

I feel myself turning into "mom" more and more every day. Here's today's story.

Malia was hungry. No big deal, she is often hungry. I was all ready to whip out a boob and quench her thist. I lift my shirt, unbuckle my bra...but wait the buckle is gone. (and for those of you who have no experince with the nursing bra thing, it is a contraption that allows easy access to the boob in case of emergency. And I'm finding out that anytime a baby is hungry its an emergency to them!)

It was the right bra. I know some of you are saying "oh she must have grabbed the wrong bra out of the bra drawer." Yeah, like I'm organized enough to have a bra drawer anyway. I am still looking for the buckle and not finding it. The problem?

I had it on backwards. I had it on most of the morning and didn't figure it out. Go me!

In other news, w eare getting quite adept at eating in public. I don't go and hide to have my dinner, neither should Malia. The only downside to feeding her in a restaurant is that I'm a messy eater and I keep dropping food on her. I'm ordering less food with sauces becuse it just means I have to give her a bath when I get home.

Comments

[Jen A]

You know, I've gone braless since Evelyn was born. I had bought nursing bras when I was pregnant, but they ended up being way too small. I always wanted to try those nursing tanks, but they don't, ahem, come in my size. :-) Good for you for nursing in public. I'm still too much of a weanie about that...

[Jen_Jake'smom]

ha ha! I gave up on nursing tops -- I would just lift my shirt and latch the kid on! ;o) Even in busy restaurants, family gatherings . . . I just didn't care. I was discreet, of course, but I agree completely that it's not something to hide.

I'm like JenA -- I used to drop chocolate on Jake. ;o)

Jen