"Don't cry over spilled milk."

I am breastfeeding Abigail so every day after the 5th period bell I haul my trusty breast pump down to the co-ed staff bathroom. Some of the other teachers call it The Taj Mahal due to its spacious interior. FAAAABULOUS.

Tuesday I carted down my gear, pulled my chair (that I stole from the library and stash in the corner of the bathroom) over to the outlet, and plug in. I get all set up and pull out my cell. I usually text whoever is watching Abbi during this 20 minute session. It is either that or stare awkwardly into the mirror (next to the outlet), the grimy floor, or the throne itself.

I texted my mom. I wave my phone around in the air since that is the only way I can get one bar of service in the concrete box in the middle of the cornfield. I text my husband, wave my phone. I text my sister, wave my phone... and CRASH... SPLASH.

I notice warm wetness running down my leg and a slight change in pitch in my pumping machine. I look at the grimy ground and I see that the bottle has come detached from the suction cup pumper. The bottle is on the ground surrounded by puddling breast milk--- liquid gold all over the floor. I sit, stunned for a good 20 seconds before I realize that in addition to all the milk on the floor, my pumper is continuing to spray breast milk from my right boob all over my lap. FML.


Whoever coined the phrase "Don't cry over spilled milk" was NOT a lactating mother!

CARROTS!

When Derek was a baby he loved carrots. As the story goes-- he was once fed carrots for several days in a row. He turned orange! He loved carrots.


Abigail got to try carrots for the first time tonight. She usually eats about half a jar, but tonight she ate the entire container in less than five minutes! I started with just the normal half a jar and warmed it up. I could not get them in fast enough. If I slowed down she would let out a howl.


I quickly poured the rest of the container into her bowl and continued feeding her and she continued screaming for more carrots. :) She loves carrots- just like her daddy.

**I keep looking at her to see if he skin is changing colors even though I know it would take way more carrots to make it happen**

BRAT

After Abbi was up much of the night with a rock-hard tummy and flailing legs, I assumed that she may have a bit of a tummy ache. I then groggily stumbled down the stairs and grabbed my laptop. I asked Jeeves and Google and BING! and found a thing called the BRAT diet. This was to be given to children with diarrhea to help solidify their poo a bit. It is also cautioned to NOT overdo any of these foods.

*****FLASHBACK*****


Abbi and I are sitting at the table and she is LOOOOVING her baby food tonight. She usually eats about 1/3 of a jar, but she was so into it that she polished off the entire jar of bananas!


We followed up about 2 hours later with her typical "before bed" cereal. Usually we fix up a 2-to-1 ratio of MILK to CEREAL... Derek accidentally flip-flopped it on this given night. Oh well, she seemed to enjoy it. She ate it all.

*****FLASH FORWARD*****

Abbi is up. It is 3:13am. I skim through the article. I find this BRAT diet that is to pretty much guarantee CONSTIPATION.
B-Banana
R-Rice Cereal
A-Apple Sauce
T- Toast

2 out of 4-- awesome.

Table Talk

Abbi sits with us at the dinner table most nights and is usually quite entertaining. However, this night, I am not sure who was funnier to watch; her or her dad! We had just finished up or meal. We ate mexican and Abigail had bananas. She was sitting across from Derek and making googly eyes at him as she often does. He started making funny formations with his mouth and making the "ewww" sound at her. Sure enough, she immediately copied him. I ran for the camera--it was DARLING! She is so smart. :)

**video to come