I want a Cheeseburger really bad.

There is no reason for the title of this post except that it is very very true.


And now for another post about my boobs. Run away boys, unless you're really that interested.

Yesterday I did a wonderful...marvelous...exhilerating thing. I finally....after 4 1/2 years threw away my nursing bras!! Yippee! Hooray! This is a cause for celebration. Good riddance you ugly, enormous, antithesis of sexiness. Enter in the era of Victoria's Secret!!

Smiling happy faces abound. I think I hear angels singing!! The sweet sweet song of freedom. My breasts are crying out....yes! We will soon belong to only you, Gingers Mom. We can dress up in pretty pink satins, and sexy red lace!

I remember the first time I was pregnant and so excited to get this whole thing started. I started wearing a nursing bra in the last month of my pregnancy. I mock myself with disdain. Dan even thought they were nifty at first...with the little trap doors.

Now I stare at the pile and contemplate having a bra burning.

You other moms know.

Freedom from those contraptions is bliss.

And that bliss is finally mine, after so so long.

Too bad my boobs will be small and sagging to my navel. Oh well...that's what a push up is for, right?

Nice Rack

The Cain men have a thing for boobs. Well...all men do right?

Brady, who is still nursing, is obsessed with them day and night. That is what he sees me as. One giant, walking, talking booby. This whole weaning thing is gonna be a bitch.

My husband, well, you know how that goes.

My other son, just loves them. Boobies are fascinating to Stinky. If I am not looking he'll shove his sticky little hand down my shirt and pinch me, giggling like a maniac. Now he can't stop talking about them.

At church last Sunday as we were finishing the last song during worship, I am explaining to him that we sing because we are telling Jesus that we love him.

"Can you say, we love you, Jesus."?

He stops and ponders for a moment.

Then with a big grin and a twinkle in his eye he shouts out, "I love your Boobies, mommy!!"

Three shades of red...

Dear Future Daughter in Law,

I'm sorry. I did my best. Here is a blank check for the therapy you will be needing.

Love,

Gingers Mom

At least today it seems like he may be moving on to a new body part obsessions. As I was tucking him in for his nap, he assured me that he could not POSSIBLY rest until I had kissed the butt of each and every one of his stuffed animals. I'll do anything for some peace in the afternoon. Even if it does mean kissing Cookie Monsters ass.