Bun Quest

May I tell you…I HATE PUMPING. HATE. HATE. HATE it. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! But I do it because in two sessions I collect about 16 oz. of milk and that feeds the sweetness (Julia) for a day of daycare. Yesterday, I only got 12 oz. Today I got 7 oz. It’s almost  not worth it anymore. Almost.

But I mean really. Ask yourself.  If you had to get half naked, hook your self  up to machine and milk yourself in a mildly stimulating, yet frustrating way…everyday, twice a day, at work - wouldn’t it get old?

We took Julia for her first trip to the zoo! I love the zoo – the Hubs HATES the zoo, lucky for me he just sucked it up today!

We saw lots of animals we’d never seen before, but we definately recognized a few, like…

Da Bears!

And while I had never met an American Dwarf Alligator before, I recognized her eye language…to me it said, “I’m really freaking hungry.”

Even though I’m pretty preppy, I have a gangsta side. Which is why I spend my pumping time making up lyrics to popular songs from the 90’s.

Pump, pump, baby.

All right stop, collaborate and listen.

Yak is  back with my brand new invention

Julia, grabs  a hold of me tightly

Grows like a weed daily and nightly

Will she ever stop?

YO – I don’t know

Turn off the lights, and she groans.

To the extreme I rock the pump like a vandal,

Light up the room and watch me read a good scandal.

Pump!

Boob rush the Medela that booms

I’m filling up bottles like if I don’t she’s doomed

Yummy! When I pump a dope medley
 
Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it

You better gain way

You better fill bottles

The kid don’t play

If there was a leak

Yo, I’ll stop it

Check out my stash while my Freestyle rocks it!

This should’ve been her first clue…

that this was about to happen…

It was good that the reality of the fact that she has two ears didn’t set in sooner.

But in the words of a good friend..it was “all for her own cuteness!”

and in the blink of an eye….