I quit breast-feeding. Again. Kind of.
I quit pumping. There, I said it. I made it six weeks and feel like I have given Jolie a good (enough) start and am ready to let Nestle take it from here.
Avelyn met Jolie for the first time when we brought her home from the hospital, all bundled in her car seat, surrounded by blankets. She looked her over and we told her, “This is your baby sister, Jolie.
Do you know what my most vivid memory of breastfeeding Avelyn is? I was sitting in a hard-backed chair in her nursery, my 18-pound boob resting on my lap, while Steve tried to pin Avelyn’s arms down to keep her
The flu bug has left the building. He left us a little worse for wear but we made it through. On Friday night I collapsed into bed at 7:30 pm and slept for 12 hours.
A sampling of the mayhem that ensues when me and mon frere are together:
Today we picked some apples from the orchard.
Then we decided to take action shots of us jumping in the orchard rows.