wow

I was reading what I have written, and man, I am booooring and very whiny. I apologize for being such a snooze fest. Forgive me?

A good friend of mine has asked me to write down some funny anecdotes about breastfeeding for a book she is compiling. So far I've written about the acrobatic moves where your baby winds up nursing upside down and the time Trina ate a good chunk of my left nipple.

Writing about all of that makes me wistful for the days when my morning wakeup call was a milky grin and baby belly laugh. Even Josh has admitted that he misses the baby smell and the feeling of a baby snuggled up on his chest. I know it's probably because Trina will be 4 in April and becoming more independent every day. She doesn't need me as much as she used to.

On a similar note, I'm considering writing a children's story loosely based on visits to my grandpa's orchard in Nebraska. Some of my favorite childhood memories are there.