And I thought that pic was actually NON-booby
( you should have seen the others ).
Yes, that was the morning my milk came in. BarOOOOga, barOOOOooooga ! honk honk !
So we went out today - first outting. Thinking of spending the baby bonus on a winged armchair and ottoman for the front room. To *breastfeed* in. See, i'm responsible.
Plus, we've always wanted one.
So the trip wasn't long, although it took half the day to get organised. The big boy hadn't bathed in the week I was away and was reminding me of Pigpen. Ugh.
Then there was the booby-monster, who at the moment wants to just go all day, left boob, right boob, left, now right, and another, no, more please. Another piggy.
So we got away and all was good, although the ladybits did protest and I needed to come home to an icepack stat. But you don't want to know about that. Lets just say it was a posterior birth ( again ! ) and although apparently no-one needs forceps twice, I only narrowly avoided them again. I dunno.
Like I said, I highly recommend the epidural.
But I did get him out myself. Yay me.
Pass the icepack.
Anyway, on the way home, from the FIRST outting, we narrowly avoided needing the extra inflatability of my built-in airbags as some old blind non-insured codger decided to turn out of a sidestreet without looking.
Onto the main rd on which we were travelling in a straight line.
There were no trees or other vision-obscuring obstacles, he just didn't see us, he said. Err, yeah.
Before AB got out of the car, I had to remind him there's a law again punching out old farts that shouldn't be on the road, he was that ropable.
MC lessened the tension by proclaming louding that we should call the Police and get that bad man 'locked up in a CAGE!'.
Well, at least off the road. Cage optional.