Briefly

Just a few thoughts from the weekend: 

The annual Cooper-Young Festival, which celebrates our neighborhood, was on Saturday.
And the 4-miler was Friday. A couple of our friends hosted a causal shindig in their front yard during the race.
I took my camera. But I didn't take pictures. Too busy living to be a shutterbug, I suppose.

I've been cracking up over this blog I was recently introduced to. Thanks, Mary B.
Please, please read Special Time and 7 Stages of Night Grief.
It's relatable. And funny. And I don't even have a toddler.
Just an expressive nearly-seven month old that doesn't like vegetable bakes.

The mister and I started watching Friday Night Lights a few weeks ago.
I'm fond. Though I'm confused about where all of the students at East Dillon went to school in the first three seasons.
Anyone know?

From My Phone

Confessions of a Nursing Mom: Teeth

I have been nursing Cole for 206 days.
And I have been blessed with an ample milk supply.
Nursing has been wildly convenient since there is no prep work involved.
I've exceeded my goal of six months nursing, though my reach goal of one year is still a ways off.
Yes, I make goals for all kinds of stuff. Then I take things day by day.

But now Cole has teeth.
Four teeth.
Two on the top. Two on the bottom.
Pinchers. Sharp, little pinchers.
These itty bitty pearly whites are game changers.

Anyone have success dealing with a wee biter?
I've been teaching "No bite." And I've popped her on the cheek.
I've ended the feeding.  And I've pulled her closer.
I've heard of momma's biting back.
But I'm not there yet. Maybe I'm close.
Or maybe it's time to buy some cabbage leaves. And reintroduce under-wire to my life.