I used google this week for the first time since February. We watched a movie about two Google interns and I decided to see how long I could go without using the google. The answer is ten months. I would have kept on going strong had I not needed a screenshot of a google search. This proves that not only is google not the be all and end all of internet search sites, but also that I stick to something I put my mind to it. Not that we ended another example of that when I refused to talk to someone for three years straight because he offended my sister. It's even more impressive when you consider that I saw him at least two times every week. Also to be noticed is Elizabeth talked to him THE VERY NEXT DAY. I take vicarious offenses very seriously.
Speaking of the internet, I'm part of a breastfeeding group on facebook. Ninety percent of what's posted is of no use to me but I stay in the group for the information in the other ten percent. If we're being completely honest, I also stay in because some of the ladies are a little intense and I enjoy ranting to Christopher about it when he gets home. "You'll ruin your child for life if you let them cry it out! Free the boobs and nurse uncovered in public! I have five kids so I'm an expert on all things baby! Formula is evil and should never be given! Don't even consider having a baby at a hospital!" It's a real morale booster when you're having a bad day and letting your baby cry in her crib.
I rarely comment but a few weeks ago I replied to a question about nursing in church. Thirty two comments later, people were off topic and bringing up human rights, how men need to stop paying attention to a womans chest, and, of all things, Mary and Jesus. One lady said, "Duh! Mary feed Jesus without a cover." I (because there's nothing like fanning the flame!) said, "Nobody knows for sure how Mary feed Jesus." She replied, "There are tons of breastfeeding paintings from the early church showing Mary baring her chest." Ok then. I didn't realize I was dealing with an expert on early church paintings. Here I was thinking those portraits weren't actually Mary. I assumed she'd be too busy washing whatever fabric contraption she used for a diaper and not have time to pose for a portrait.
(I hear some squawking from the crib. I'm going to stick her in the highchair with a handful of puffs while I finish pounding this out.)
Since we're on the topic of babies and food, I hate every time we have to give Annabelle a bottle of formula. I wanted to last a whole year without formula (maybe a lofty goal because I do not love nursing) and I did make it to 6 months, but the girl needs to eat and sometimes I don't have enough for her. Sesame Pie doesn't seem to care one bit where her food comes from as long as she gets some in her mouth.
Now she's pounding on her fists on the tray and demanding more puffs. Our Miss Manners lessons are really sticking.