You never know who is going to nurse who at my house.

Sometimes dogs nurse leopards, sometimes dinosaurs nurse bunnies.  You know how it is.

In other news, I realized at a meeting of our local breastfeeding task force that we now have enough money raised to buy a freezer for a milk bank collection station!  I was also elected president of the group at that meeting (no one else volunteered).  We have many more projects to fund, so don't let this fundraising success stop anyone from buying one of our stickers, t-shirts and other items!

I taught a breastfeeding class last night, and as soon as I handed out the dolls to teach breastfeeding positions the dads started turning the dolls' heads around backwards.  I'm told that this powerful paternal instinct to reenact The Exorcist with plastic babies is the reason the hospital has to replace dolls as frequently as they do. 

Speaking of dads, here's a conversation at one of my breastfeeding classes recently:

Me:  So, let's say it's three in the morning and you're really engorged.  The stores are closed.  What do you have in your house that you could use for a cold compress on your breasts after feedings?  (Typical answer, of course, is frozen vegetables.)

One of the dads:  Steak.

Me:  Steak?!?

The dad:  Don't you remember that Brady Bunch episode when Bobby got a black eye and they put a steak on it?

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