We took our first trip outside the house so that Mommy could go to the Mommies Milking Circle down at Well Rounded Momma, the center where our Midwife and Doula have their offices. I wasn’t sure what to expect of the milking circle, it’s advertised as a social and supportive group for breast feeding mothers, but I couldn’t shake expectant images of women baring their breasts in a circle around a fire and banging on a drum while reciting Tori Amos lyrics.
I was, of course, wildly off base. I’m not sure if I was relieved or disappointed. There was a lot of breast baring going on though, something that’s relatively important with regard to breast feeding. While I wanted to be supportive of my wife, I thought it probably would make everyone uncomfortable if I just hung out while everyone else popped boobs out and latched on infants. Additionally, some of the other mommies were pretty attractive and since I’m something of an irrepressible flirt, it was best I evacuate. I’m relatively sure that a lactation consultation is second only to a funeral as Tackiest Place To Flirt.
So I went to Del Taco and the comic book store. It seemed like the right thing to do. Tacos are good emotional medicine. So are comic books.
It was an exciting day for Logan. He expressed his excitement by crying until he was red in the face and hiccuping. Traffic is a frustrating experience that frequently drives me to tears as well, so I feel like I’ve taught my son his first life lesson.
Words, words, words. I know that all you people want are the pictures.
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Good call on Del and the comic book store