Boobies, tits, lung hammers, breasts. Gotta love them. Clothed or bare, large or small, it’s all good.
As A Dad, and as a man, there are great things about breast-feeding, and some not so great things. You get to see them more often and they do indeed get larger – hell, they change shape and size fairly often. It’s like having a variety pack! Breastfeeding moms wear clothes that give easier access to the twin girls. Nipples (those pretty spigots…) are larger and more prominent. They taste better, too.
Keeping on, I see all the resistant bactieria out there, and then see Bacitraicin sold by the gallons… Soap and water is enough to clean a scraped knee. We would just get up, and keep going. Being that I work in a grocery store, I see the uptight moms with their kids in a carrige covered up with some obnoixously colored safety thing-a-ma-bob. What, your kid is gonna die from touching a fucking shopping cart? These are the same people who buy their kids everything with corperate logos blazoned everywhere. Diznee this, Spongebob that.
I get asked all the bloody time “well, I’m just starting my son/daughter on solid foods. What should I get hrim?” What are YOU haveing? Feed them that…
I know we have a problem with fat ass kids (and adults) in this country, but the solution is not removing fat from their diets. We need fat. It’s a lubricant. No fat eating people always have issues with their joints.
Let your kids run free…
It’s the only time in their lives they’ll be able to.
(Ok, so that wasn’t too coherent, was it?)
Currently playing in iTunes: Give It All You Got by SHy England
I was reading Brain, Child! the other day, and there are a pair of essays on Safety and kids. How much is enough, and how much is too much.
I come down firmly on the side of there is too much…so much that it endangers our kids and our society. I am 39 (or real frickin’ close to it..) and have never broken a bone (‘cept for knuckles, but that’s a whole ‘nother can o’ beans..) The injuries I sustained as a kid could not have been prevented by any kind of protective gear. Yes, I know that “every year, children die from accidents in play…” and just as many die from being alive. Yes, I don’t want it to happen to my girls. But I also don’t want them to grow up afraid and over protected with weakened immune systems.
Let them live! Eat some dirt, crash your bike, hold a snake, and look at that bug up really close! We’ve been doing it for millions of years… evolution works. BTW, don’t bother me with any of that so called intelligent design garbage. Humans, like butterflies, should not work – at least from an engineering standpoint.