The Obligatory Halloween Post (Alternatively Titled: My Cute Little Pumpkin)

So, on Halloween, Steve's mom came down to babysit Brett. They had fun playing all day and then when I got home from work we changed B into his giraffe costume!

Our long skinny baby couldn't be anything BUT a giraffe :). No type casting here!

Shortly thereafter he was tired and fell asleep in his costume (oh, how I wish I had a picture of this.. it was adorable). When he woke up, we went to my parent's house where he got to play with a pretty big stuffed giraffe! (It's his cousin, Paige's giraffe, shhh.... :))

Hey, this guy looks a lot like me!

I'm a trooper... I'll put up with all of the pictures :). Sit me by a pumpkin, why not?

No trick or treating this year... but he'll probably be running all over the neighborhood next year!

"Just The Facts, Ma'am"

Baby Brett had his 6 month checkup! (Well he's 6 1/2 months now, but that's neither here nor there).

Anyway, he is still SKINNY - 16 lbs 4 oz (18%)

And, still very TALL - 27 3/4 inches (flip that 18 around and he is in the 81%!)




Growing up sooo fast!

The Fam

I love my little family :)

Picture Crazy

I got a free 16' x 20' with my online Kodak account, so I thought I'd take a few pics the other day to see if I could land a good one of Brett.

Here is the final product. I actually got it in the mail Saturday. Even though it's not professional, I was pretty pleased!

Now to find a cheap frame.

We're still dragging our feet about getting professional pics taken. Hopefully in a couple of weeks. I see lots of good coupons all the time...

Ah, To Be 12 Years Old Again

When I was 12 I had....

1. Tight-rolled jeans

2. Bad poofy mall-hair bangs

3. Baggy t-shirts & stirrup pants

4. Neon clothes

5. A HUGE crush on Jordan Knight

I witnessed 1-4 and re-lived 5 (although I am a happily married woman - did I mention that?) all on Friday night. Tina and I basically went back to 6th grade together.

Before the show, looking sooo much better than we did in 6th grade (well at least I do!)

The NKOTB concert was in full force Friday night in Chicago, and I MUST say that I have never seen a gathering of so many 30 year old females in one place. As referenced above, some went for the crimped, jean skirt look (I respectfully declined going back to that yearbook photo), and others managed to dig up their old NKOTB paraphanalia for the show. People watching could have been a sport here... Tina actually saw a few people that she went to school with (I joked that the entire female contingent of her 1996 graduating class were there). We even met up with Butler friends Kathleen and Bohl before the show (they were there too!). Anyway, speaking of people watching, we saw some great shirts. Some said "Mrs. McIntyre" and "Mrs. Knight". There was a hilarious one that read "Jon, I'm legal now". But THE BEST shirt I saw all night said "Sorry, Jordan. Too late, I'm married now.". I told Tina that if we go to one of these shows again, we are getting shirts made like that.

Enjoying some adult beverages at the show... definitely NOT 12 years old!

As I had mentioned in previous posts, Jordan Knight was my official first love. I had posters of him strewn all over my bedroom. I was in love ;). I was not allowed to go to the concert when they were in town back in the day, but nothing was stopping me now! The show was sooo much fun. I felt like a kid again. And, (again, as a happily married woman) I have to say the guys.. ALL OF THE GUYS (even ugly one Danny.. come on everyone agreed on this have) have gotten much cuter. I told Tina I was "going to he**" when Jordan came out with an unbuttoned shirt and you could see his 6 pack abs.

I wish I had a closeup of this... this was the aforementioned Jordan moment!

Donnie was kinda the "emcee" for the group and had a couple of funny things to say. First of all, he said that the crowd "didn't look as good as they did 15 years ago... they looked MUCH better". I thought this was hilarious because seriously, they were previously playing for a bunch of screaming pre-pubescent girls. This time in the crowd the cameras honed in on a few "hoochified" girls that had signs that said "take me backstage". I highly doubt that would have happened when they were 12. He also mentioned that the husbands who brought their wives were "very smart". Again, funny stuff. And, they put on a REALLY GOOD show. I mean the singing and dancing were top notch. Even though they are knocking on 40, you couldn't tell. It was that good.

Tina, thankfully, took some awesome pics that I was able to steal and post here. My camera died right before the show started :(.

Near the beginning of the show, they came out to a stage near the back (yes, we were in the balcony... we didn't want to spend $75 for these tickets!). This is probably the closest I'll ever be to Jordan (in the khaki jacket).

Singing their new single



The moment I waited for... Jordan singing he'll be "Loving Me" Forever :)

So, Steve and Brett came up with me... because I am still nursing Brett I can't be too far away from him for an extended period at this point. Steve was sweet enough to tag along and since he's from Chi-town it gave him a chance to catch up with his brother and grandparents while I rocked out to NKOTB.

We stayed with Tina Friday night, and Saturday morning her son Evan and Brett had a chance to size each other up again. This time they decided to talk, and Tina took an awesome video that she posted on YouTube. This may be the cutest thing I've ever seen. Listen to us all giggling in the background. It was freaking adorable!

Well you see, Evan....

Baby Tunes

I read a blog I stalk a few weeks back and it talked about songs that a mommy sings to her new baby... basically she substituted her words into well known songs.

There are a few that Steve and I routinely sing to Brett as well... and I thought I'd share them.

Written above are our words, with the original below it...


"If you're getting fussy, and you want your mommy, come on baby let me know."

"If you think I'm sexy...."



"Brett man, Brett man, why you fussin'?"

"Mary, Mary, why you buggin'? "



"No baby, no cry"

"No woman, no cry"

What I Would Give For This Advice!

After having a fabulous lunch with my friend Emily yesterday, I became inspired to do my own version of a blog she posted a couple of months ago. So don't think I'm being original or anything... I just think it's a very cool concept.

Dear College Senior Carrie,

Girl, you have your whole life ahead of you! I know you are stressing out right now about finals and graduation and paying student loans and getting a job, but these things WILL happen. And, in fact, they are just small milestones that you will cross as you make your way through your rocky, yet fabulous 20's.

First of all, most importantly, see that guy you are dating? Hold on to him. He is a wonderful and amazing man and in about 3 years you will marry him. I know some people will tell you that you won't make it, but you will for one very big reason. He is your best friend. Not only can you look at him and get "dreamy" (as your former college roommate would tease you about), he "gets" you. You can confide about ANYTHING to him. And, this is very important to you as you are going through a rough time in your sorority right now.

Your marriage will immediately go through some unpleasant times... and you will make it. First of all, right after you get married you will be robbed and you will have to live in that apartment for the next couple of years even though you feel violated in that place. Secondly, he will go back to grad school and it will mean LOTS of late nights for him and you'll not get to eat dinner together for a couple of years (this will ultimately mean a good job for him, and doc school for him at 29... but it gets much better). And, the worst part? You will be FIRED. Seriously. FIRED. You, Carrie, a girl who excelled at everything and were at the top of her class will lose her job. You will feel horrible and will go into a deep depression for several months. If I could give you one word of advice during this time, it is that you are not a "bad person" and no one thinks you are a "failure" as you think you are. You will eventually get back up and go through a few more jobs before you are done with your 20's.

This in fact, if you can use it to your advantage, will give you strength. I know that right now you are so concerned with doing the "right thing", and are afraid to have a differing opinion than others. Don't be afraid! Have an opinion, and be knowledgeable about it and have the confidence to back it up! Just because everyone else feels one way doesn't mean you have to as well. This will be something that you will be forced into when you become the boss at 29. So, start working on it now!

And that embarrassing old '87 Reliant with the radio that doesn't work and the plastic seats (covered by old people who owned it before)? You will eventually get rid of it! It won't be until you are 25, but you WILL get the VW Beetle of your dreams. It will be a shiny yellow one with a spoiler and tinted windows and everything. Exactly what you've been pining for for the last couple of years. And, you will eventually total said bug on... wait for it.... Bash Street. You will find this funny later, but you will be devistated when it happens. But insurance comes through and you are able to get a shiny brand-spanking-new-off-the-lot blue bug. She's just as shiny as your old one, but not exactly the same. You will love her, nonetheless.

One thing you should start now....repeat, repeat, repeat to yourself... "Your worth is not determined by a number on a scale." Your husband will try to drill this mantra into your head, and it will take awhile, but you will slowly come to the realization that maybe, just possibly he is right? You will still have body issues but nothing like what they were when you were 21.

Speaking of which... your body, which you will work tirelessly at maintaining throughout your 20's, will go through the ringer when you have a baby at age 30. You will pack on a LOT of weight, and your ankles will disappear for awhile. But, after you have your precious little baby it won't matter as much as you thought it did. You will lose a lot of the weight, and you will continue to lose it. Slowly. Through patience and exercise. Although taking it off is important (and mainly important so that you can fit into 90% of your old clothes), it doesn't matter nearly as much to you as it once did.

Yes, you will have a child, and no, it will not ruin your life as you had thought it would. Up until 28-29, you will think that having a baby will ruin/end your life as you know it. And yes, it does sort of end the previous life you knew, but in a GOOD way. Suddenly you will realize that it is so much more fulfilling to care about your baby's little life, and not your own so much. You will actually wish that you had begun the process earlier so that you could have more time to have children.

And, through your pregnancy, your wonderful husband will see every angle of you (and I'm not just speaking hypothetically. I mean, LITERALLY). And, they ain't all pretty. He'll get to see you at your lowest and ugliest and he will be there holding your hand and supporting you through everything. Then and there you will realize how much he really loves you and you'll make him promise to never leave you because you can't imagine your life without him.

Friends will come and go, and some will stick around forever. You know that friend who left after your sophomore year at Butler and you cried and cried your eyes out because you thought you were losing your best friend? You WON'T lose her! Your friendship will prove to be so strong that it will stand the test of time and you will both routinely go out of your way to see each other to reconnect and catch up. In fact, she will be your matron of honor at your wedding, and you will both have little boys (yes, your baby is a boy :)) who will (hopefully) grow up to be buddies.

Other friends will pop in and out. Some friendships will burn brightly for a couple of years and then fizzle out quickly for various reasons and you'll never see them again. This will hurt you deeply. Twice. But you'll eventually get (mostly) over it. Some old friendships will re-form after the wonderful invention of myspace, and you'll realize that some of your oldest friends that you can reconnect with can be the best friends. So look around that sorority house you are living in right now... some of these girls are getting on your last nerve right now and you can't wait to leave, but give it a few years and you'll be glad you have them. In fact, one of your sorority sisters (who actually never got on your nerves) is getting married in a couple of weeks, and it is a wedding you are sooo looking forward to because she was one of your very first friends at Butler.

You will buy a house, and take some nice vacations, and have nice things, but always remember what is really important... your friends and family. I can't promise this will all be easy, but you are on the right track. It's hard to say what the future holds, but this decade ain't looking so bad thus far...

Love,

30-Year-Old Carrie

A Dramatic Monologue - In Baby Spanish!

Maybe Not A Football Fan?

These pictures give me hope. Steve has football on and Brett has decided he'd rather nap :)

Oh, and even though I despise football, I respect Steve's love for the game (see that Favre jersey? That was his Christmas present from me a couple of years ago).

And, I must reiterate that this is not why our son is named Brett.....

Baby Beluga In The Deep Blue Sea

Now that Brett is getting a little bit older (well, now that he is more aware of things anyway), Steve and I have started becoming concious about what he watches and hears. I know that he can't talk yet, but he jabbers and I can tell that sometimes he is trying to mock sounds that we make. So, what we say might not come out of his mouth but he is processing it in his little brain. Even the tone of voice that we use.

Sometimes Steve gets frusterated when the Packers aren't doing well and will yell at the TV. Last year I remember decorating the nursery while he was watching a game and telling him that he had to learn to cool it because this time next year we'd have a baby. And, I definitely don't want Brett learning certain words and walking around the playground saying them.

Well, a couple of weeks ago he was watching the Packers and had Brett with him in the living room. I was doing laundry or something. Well, his team made a bad play and he yelled at the TV. Suddenly Brett started crying. I think that was all it took for Steve to learn to cool it. Brett doesn't understand yet why Steve was upset, but he definitely heard the tone of his voice and knew that it wasn't a good one.

That's just one example of how he's so tuned into everything. So, I've also been aware of what he's listening to on the radio when I am driving and decided that it was time for Brett to have some of his own music to listen to.

So, we put together a bunch of kids CD's on my iPod and made a "Brett's Party Time" playlist. He's got a wide range of jazz, blues, folk, rock and basic children's music.

I never realized how much I'd actually like Raffi! I remember the Full House episode where Michelle goes around and sings Baby Beluga, but I never listened to it myself. Well, Brett has Baby Beluga on his playlist and let me tell you that is one catchy little children's song. I'll sing it to him from time to time... and my new favorite song to sing to him in the tub is no longer "Rubber Ducky"... it's Raffi's "Bathtime" song. Such good tunes!

Well, as I mentioned he has several different genres of adult music in kid form (sorry, but Steve and I couldn't do Barney). One of my favorites is They Might Be Giants. Good stuff! We knew last year that we wanted to get Brett these CD's ("Here Come the ABC's" and "Here Come the 123's"). Steve and I are self proclaimed geeks and enjoy TMBG (I've got "Dial A Song" on my iPod as well, come on who doesn't like "Particle Man")... so we figured we'd try these CD's on for size. And, they don't disappoint.

They are actually very educational... for example in "C is for Conifer" they stop and list like 20 different kinds of conifers. Kinda funny, but really, it's educational!

Here are two different links to songs off of these CD's by TMBG... High Five & Apartment #4. Good stuff! Very catchy. Next, I want to get the Barenaked Ladies kid's CD (oh yeah, they've got one too!). Now only if Ben Folds would do one (although he did do the soundtrack for "Over The Hedge"....)

6 Months Old!

Yesterday my baby boy turned 6 months old! We sang "Happy Half Birthday" to him. Here are pictures to mark the milestone last night, taken in front of his teddy bear chair. Right before I had him, Tina suggested that I take pictures of him regularly in front of the same stuffed animal. We picked his teddy bear chair (if you read my blog you'll notice I've posted several pictures of him in front of it). It's a cool way to mark how big he has gotten!

Pumpkin, Apple & Cutie Pie

Saturday morning Steve and I made our annual trip to the apple orchard, which in recent years has also started featuring a pumpkin patch. We were excited to bring our little man this year!

Daddy, this is pretty cool!

Lots to explore...


I'm going to pick my own apples!

Wow, mom, that's one huge rattle!


Oooo, Oooo... I see the pumpkin I want

This one is MINE

And I'm taller than it too!!

Next year, I'll be running through the pumpkin patch and they won't be able to catch me!

Infant Scientist

Wearing his classic "Smart" onesie :)

I’m such a proud mommy! Brett has become a “scientist”. Already proving to be his daddy’s boy…

Recently, we found out about the “Babytalk” Research through Riley Hospital for Children and decided to become involved. Basically, this is a study about cochlear implants for hearing impaired children. To assist in the research, they need babies (I think under 18 months) both normal hearing as well as hearing impaired.

We submitted our application and they were able to match Brett up to a hearing impaired child his age. So, we have been to Riley a couple of times so that Brett could earn his “infant scientist” degree. (He really did receive a “diploma” for his help).

Could this be Brett's first step towards winning the Nobel Prize?

6 Introspective Questions

Okay, Cathy, I am filling out your questionairre!

This one is good.... all moms, I urge you to continue it.

From The Mommy Diaries: Owning your own adventure

1. What surprised you most about yourself once you became a mother? I was suprised at how I immediately became less selfish. Suddenly it wasn't all about me and what I wanted anymore. And, I embraced it! I was so concerned with how I'd feel once I lost my DINK status. But the truth is that motherhood is so fulfilling, you wonder why you were so concerned about owning designer jeans for so long. Why did I put this off until I was 30? It makes me wish I could reverse the clock and go back a couple of years and start my family earlier. It's great that Steve and I were able to enjoy a few cruises and going out whenever we wanted. But really, you can't get time back. And now I feel like I'd like to have more than 2 kids. And, I don't want to be so old by the time I have the last one that I can't even play with them anymore.

2.Did you find that people looked at you differently than before you were a mother? Yes, in fact I do. I never gave much thought to this. In reality, I never desired to have the keys to "the club". Steve and I always knew we wanted kids, but I never had the deep burning maternal desire UNTIL AFTER I had one :). Now, I can't imagine life any other way. And now I also look at mothers in a completely different light. Like we were at Denny's a couple of weeks ago (yep, I hadn't been since college, but I wanted breakfast :)). The hostess immediatley began a conversation with us about her 6 month old daughter. And we had so much to talk about with her. It was her first child too. Her kid is long and lanky too and has trouble finding clothes like Brett. I never would have had that conversation if I wasn't a mother. In fact, I probably wouldn't have said much more than "hi" and "bye" to her.

3.How do you feel you have changed since motherhood? How haven't I changed? I feel like my love and compassion run deeper than they ever have. I feel like I have so much more love and respect for my husband, and I feel more scared and vulnerable than ever before (read my previous post!). I feel like I am still the same person. My same core values and morals are instilled within me, but I also feel like I have been given a new set of eyes to see what is important and what's frivolous in this life.

4. Are there parts of yourself you feel you've lost and you deeply desire to regain? At this point, not really to be honest. I thought I'd be devistated when pregnancy changed my body. And, you know what, pregnancy did do a number on my body, but I realize that I would never have had the amazing little baby that I have if I didn't go through that experience. And, I don't feel like I have lost my identity. People can say that I've turned into "that mom" all day. I am "that mom" who loves her child more than anything. But I am also "that mom" who still has a job, and interests outside of having a child and friends who both have and don't have kids. I don't feel like anything is lost right now. If anything I feel more fulfilled than ever. Well, finances could be better, but again, it's helping me to realize the real priorites in life.

5. How do you define your Identity? By your kids? Spouse? Career? I've never put much stock into this kind of a question. Before I was a mom, I wasn't all about my career (I've never been a career woman - ever). I have an amazing husband, but I'm not "Steve's wife". I'm just "Carrie". Some people know me as a mom, some people know me as a co-worker, some people know me as a family member. I honestly have never craved a title of any type, and I am not striving to reach for one either.

6. Can you believe that you were created with amazing potential and with gifts that only you can bring to the table? If not, what's holding you back from embracing this truth? You know, this is an interesting question. I was so into music in high school. I won all of the top honors that I could win and everyone assumed I'd play my flute professionally. If you want to talk about identity, 10-15 years ago (wow, that long!) I was "the musical one". I also used to draw all of the time. I was really into art. I guess that all changed when I got to college. While I was a big duck in a small pond in high school, suddenly I was a very very small duck. And, I just didn't want to play my flute 8 hours a day. Suddenly it wasn't enjoyable any more. So, I kind of got lost in what I wanted to do with my life and I've spent my whole adult life bouncing from one career to another. I haven't even picked up my flute in probably 5 years. So much baggage attached to that thing. I don't know what's holding me back from playing it. I guess the fact that I never achieved what was expected out of me. But, on the other hand, I am not at all disappointed with where I am in my life. I honestly have no regrets. If I had a job with say like the ISO (yeah right!), I wouldn't have evenings and weekends to myself. And, I'd probably miss out on a lot of what would happen with my family life. Does this mean that I am setting myself up to have nothing when my kids leave home? No, I don't think so. I have a great resume.. and I am still working part time. I do have a life beyond what lies at home.

I'm Only Human - Can I Change That?

Never in my life have I felt more helpless than I did this past weekend.

It actually all began Thursday overnight. Starting around 4-5 months, Brett has been sleeping for 8-10 hours at a time (I know, trust me, I’m ecstatic about this!). But, for the first time in QUITE a long time he woke up around 12:30 crying. Steve got him and I fed him. He went back down and then woke up AGAIN at 4:00. Steve got up again (can I say right here that I love my husband… he gets up without any complaining) and was able to rock him back to sleep.

I wasn’t sure exactly what was wrong, but I dropped him off at my parent’s house and asked my mom to keep an eye on him. I thought maybe he was cutting his first tooth. Not quite… when I got there to pick him up his nose was running like a faucet and I could tell the little guy wasn’t comfortable. Suddenly I felt horrible. This was one time that I couldn’t just “make it all better”. No, I couldn’t fill his tummy or give him a dry diaper. He had a cold (and I know I gave it to him, which made me feel even worse). I know that he’ll probably have a hundred colds over the course of his life, but seeing him sick was one of the most disheartening moments for me. You can’t just explain to a 5 ½ month old what is going on with him and have him understand.

Steve and I immediately went out and bought him a vaporizer and the Johnson’s bath stuff that’s supposed to help them sleep. We spent the evening suctioning out his nose and put him upright to sleep in his swing in our room with the vaporizer.

Saturday morning I got up and Brett was in a decent mood, even though he had snot running down his face. Poor baby!

We were trying to get things ready for Steve’s parents who were coming that day, and as I was walking down the stairs with Brett he had a massive spit up. I turned my head to look at him as I was rounding the corner of the bottom of the staircase. And then, everything plays out in slow motion.

I remember losing my balance and screaming, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. Steve was in the kitchen and ran in just in time to see myself and Brett go flying down the stairs. I don’t know if it was instinct or what, but I managed to contort my body so that I was cradling Brett. I remember hitting and being concerned that I had squeezed his ribs too hard, and concerned that he had managed to bump his head. I knew that my ankle was KILLING me and my wrist was too, but I was too concerned about Brett to care. Steve immediately picked him up and hugged him. Brett was sobbing and I was beside myself. I was scared to death that I had done something horrible to my son.

This was, in essence, one of my absolute worst fears come true. Most parents are giddy with joy the moment they walk in the door with their new baby. I was scared to death. He was so small and I didn’t know how to be a mom and I was so afraid I would break him. Actually for the first time, I was afraid of my house. It was great for a young couple with no children, but I am no longer comfortable there. We have a floorplan that features a cathedral ceiling and a loft with a railing. I was (and still am) afraid of dropping him over the side of the railing to the first floor below.

Well, we ended up calling the 24 hour number to our pediatrician’s office and ruled out anything major. He didn’t have a concussion or bruising or anything and was acting normally. I, on the other hand, was so concerned about him and getting things ready that I wasn’t paying full attention to my ankle.

Steve’s parents came and I was hobbling around until at one point I walked up the stairs and COULD NOT walk back down. My ankle was done.

So, how did Steve and I spend our Saturday afternoon? In the ER with me getting an x-ray of my ankle. Luckily it’s not broken, but I sprained it pretty badly. I’m currently wearing an air cast… and who knows when I’ll be able to hit the treadmill again (alas, I was doing so well!).

But, I mean, this whole weekend shook me up pretty badly. When you are a kid, your parents protect you and you don’t realize how vulnerable you are. Mommy and daddy always “make it better”. Now, I’m the one who is supposed to protect my child from the world. What a humbling experience that is. What if I don’t feel qualified to take on the world? I mean, I am sooo thankful that everything turned out okay. But, what if it didn’t?

I keep looking at him and am so glad that he’s okay, but I just can’t feel relieved. What if something bad happens again? I don’t know….this is the most unsure I’ve felt in a long time.

"How To Play In The Exersaucer", With Your Host - Brett!

Am I Married to John Mayer?

I totally should have done this as a Wordless Wednesday, but I'm a day late!

Anyway, Steve was in a meeting the other day and was told he looked exactly like the aforementioned crooner. Granted he's been too busy to get a haircut lately...

Thoughts? We think it's pretty funny, because this is how we've always felt about John Mayer:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_0nDsWAmZg

Ghost From My Past And Ben & Jerry's WHAT?

This is a double topic post today.... usually I try to stay with one theme, but I had a lot on my brain.

First of all.... yesterday I opened up my email and saw a message from the photographers who do the mini marathon. I thought that was interesting seeing as how we did not particiapte last year (if you recall, I was due May 5th, and I think the date of the mini last year was like May 3rd... not a good combo). But, I had participated in every other mini since 2000, so I wondered what this was about.

I opened the email and much to my suprise/chagrin, they had pictures linked to the 2006 mini marathon that I could re-order. Not from any other year. Now, I am thinking that the reason why they kept these on file was because I actually ordered one print from that year. I haven't looked at it for a long time... but I remembered that I ordered it to remind myself that at one point in my life I was in good shape. Here is the picture...

Now, it's not like I could make the cover of "Fitness" or anything, but for me, this was quite an accomplishment. I was really healthy and fit, and I wanted a picture to remember me "before"... I had kids that was.

So, I took that as a sign to get my butt back in shape. To reach that level, I've got another good 20 pounds to go. Steve and I conicidentally had signed up just last week for the 2009 mini, so I am trying to look at this like my inspiration. BTW- when I signed up for my first mini almost 10 years ago, I think I paid... um $20? This year it was $50! Talk about extortion... why we paid so much to torture ourselves I don't know. What I do know is that this year it's more important than ever for me to get back into pre-baby shape.

Okay - now the other part of my blog... maybe it's just because I am still nursing that I have been uber aware of this story. But for all who don't know, there is literally a restaurant in I think Sweden, who is paying mothers for their breastmilk to add to creams and sauces on their menu. And, PETA, then, after hearing the story ran with it and is asking Ben & Jerry's to consider using breastmilk instead of cow's milk in their ice cream.

WTF? I am sorry... I know that breastmilk is the absolute most perfect food that you can give your baby. And, I feel that it is something that should be shared between mothers and babies. I mean, if you think about it, things can get passed through breastmilk.. like medications and even HIV. Is that really safe? Plus, as much as I want my baby to drink it.. would I? Ick, no! I know that it has great healing properties (I did read Happy Krysten's blog). But, seriously... it would take a lot for me (and I'm a huge advocate of nursing) to want to drink another woman's milk. Just my two cents for the day.