Thanksgiving

We just can't seem to help ourselves. Once again, we've said we're going to stay home and relax on Thanksgiving, enjoy some time with Abigail, and try to recuperate from a tough couple of weeks. Instead, he's at the store buying the finishing ingredients for brining a 15 pound turkey and picking me up what I need for mashed potatoes and a bread pudding made from leftover coffee cake. Oh well, at least it's what we want to do and not what we have to do. And I know I'm thankful that we're in a position to do it, and have a nice dinner on the table, even if it is just for us. Really, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Yes, It Is a Big Deal

My husband laughs at my sometimes overzealous defense of breastfeeding. I think this site, while not comprehensive, does a nice job of summing up why it is so important. Make sure to check out page two and the decrease in breast cancer for both women who breast feed and those who were themselves breast fed. It makes a bigger difference than buying a bucket of fried chicken with a pink ribbon on it.

And yes, I'm sure your formula fed kid is just fine. Of course, I'm just fine and my parents didn't know about car seats. It doesn't mean I wouldn't use one now, when we know better.