Got milk?

QUICKIE: When the babysitter came over this week, I saw Vincenzo hold out an imaginary piece of paper and tell him, “Here are the directions on how to play the turtle game.”
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Thank you all for your warm sentiments yesterday.  I had been expecting it to be a fun, cheerful day of celebration because that’s how things usually go with Angelo, so I was surprised when I kept busting into tears throughout the day.  I have no problem with crying so it didn’t bother me.  It actually felt good to know that I’m still in touch enough with my baby I can recall all the emotions of his life and death along with the events of them.

After Angelo was born, I forewent pain killers in order to pump and donate milk to a lactation center.  They later sent me this lovely thank-you gift:

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And I thought I had a warped sense of humor!  It reminds me of Vincenzo’s first birthday, themed “Vincenzo’s favorites.”  As he was a boob junkie at the time, I made a tres leches cake for dessert–and I didn’t tell a soul was the third milk was.

WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Teriyaki chicken with peanut dipping sauce
Salad
Lemony angel food cake with berry compote

6 thoughts on “Got milk?

  1. um, weird. That was me, Renee who wrote that. I guess I was signed into wordpress and didn’t know it.

  2. This post was funny as all get out, emotional, and a little weird. I will always try to visit you on days when I am emotionally stable and can handle it 🙂

    I wouldn’t take anything for having breast fed my kids years ago but wow, do I hate my soggy sock boobs.

  3. Jennifer with a capital J: No worries; I have to confess that the third milk was nothing special–just plain old sweetened condensed milk. But who wants to read a blog about that?

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