Booby Juice

Lucas-isms 6

I called home from work yesterday and this is the conversation I had with Lucas:

Lucas:  You know Mommy, Daddy's Day is over.  Today is Kid's Day.  Kids every where get presents today.

Me:  Really?  Where did you hear that?

Lucas:  My super powers told my brain this.

How can a mother argue with this "logic"?

Guess what....

Guess what I did last night for the first time in 1 year, 2 months, 1 week and 4 days?

Come on -- guess.

No, I won't give you any hints.

Give up?

I slept without wearing a bra.  Now wasn't the suspense worth it?!?!?!

Weaning

Once Justin turned one, I decided to cut back on the nursing sessions.  I wasn't ready to totally wean, and nor was Justin, so we kept nursing in the mornings and at bedtime.  For the rest of the day, I stuck to the "don't offer-don't refuse" method. 

As Tahoe approached, I realized that I would have to bring my pump -- I didn't want to take any chances and totally wean during my big ride week-end, as some women experience engorgement, plugged ducts and a great deal of discomfort during the final days of weaning.  I had enough to worry about that week-end, so I opted to pump once a day while I was away.  All worked out well.

Until I came home. I had told myself that if Justin didn't ask for the boob, I wouldn't offer and I was okay with that.  I had breastfed Justin for 14 months, and was proud of my accomplishment.  But, true to form, the very moment Justin saw me he started hemming and haa-ing, reaching for my oobies.  So I gladly obliged.  Husband and my mom said in virtual unison, "What?  You're still nursing?"

So now here it comes -- the battle over extended nursing (and when I say "battle" I am referring to others, not with me...).  I know Husband wants "his" oobies back, and there are admittedly lots of things I would like to do and can't as long as I am nursing (like laser eye surgery), but at this time, this very second, I have no desire to stop breastfeeding.  And I think most importantly, Justin doesn't appear to have any desire to stop nursing!

Rut

We've been back from Tahoe for almost a week now, and I am having a hard time getting back into the swing of things.  I guess I'm in what's typically called a rut!  At any one time, I've had a number of posts going around in my head, but when I actually have time to sit down and write, everything escapes me.  Such is life in a rut!

Tomorrow is another day.

We're back

We went, we rode and we conquered.  And what an experience it was.  Our goal was to bike 100 miles, but I was having a great deal of trouble adjusting to the altitude so we opted for the shorter, but still challenging, 72 mile option, which followed along the shoreline.

And I am proud to report that I biked up every single, God-awful hill and never got off my bike once to walk.  I surprised both Mike and myself, as I didn't think I was going to make it up the switchbacks or the 7-mile climb at the very end of the ride, but I did, though I struggled with the breathing and my chest hurt the following day.

Even though we fell 28-miles short of our biking goal, we raised money for an amazing cause, and Husband and I couldn't be any more proud of ourselves.  When we started training back in February, not only was it a whopping 20 degrees outside, but we didn't think we were going to survive the 12-mile flat team ride! 

Interestingly, I learned a great deal about myself during the experience.  I learned that even for a good cause I don't really enjoy asking friends and family for donations.  I also learned I am not an adrenaline or speed junky (I topped out at 33 mph on the last downhill while most of the other bikers flew by at 45+ mph).  I also discovered that I am capable of much more than I gave myself credit for, and that was an amazing feeling -- almost as good as completing something that I never would have dreamed of doing just a few months earlier.

It was truly a wonderful experience and one that I will never forget.  Husband already has his bike listed on e-bay, but I am planning my next ride, and this time I will make it 100-miles.

We're off

Sunday is d-day -- 100 miles around Lake Tahoe.  Six hours on a bike.  God help me.  If it all wasn't for a wonderful cause, I would have given up long, long ago.

Husband and I leave today, so I'm not sure I will be able to post while away (we fly home Monday on the red eye).  Husband will have his laptop with him, but I'll be hard pressed to get it away from under his fingers.

Wish us luck, keep us in your thoughts, and hopefully we will both come back home in one piece!

Budding Photographer

Here is a portrait compliments of Lucas, my budding photographer: