Donald and I want another baby. It’s a fierce desire, this longing for another child.  We look at our family of three at the dinner table and feel that someone is missing.  We see our daughter totter about independently and want →MORE...

*** This post is part of a blog carnival hosted by The Leaky Boob in celebration of World Breastfeeding Week.  We all know that I’m a total lactation freak, right?  THAT SAID, I also want to direct you to this recent →MORE...

*** EDIT: A few people have e-mailed or commented about a few previous breastfeeding posts.  Here are the posts about: my lactation consultant (click), my night nurse (click), my night nurse again (click), nursing in public (click), the woman who wanted →MORE...

*** Don’t forget to enter this week’s children’s book giveaway!  You can enter once each day. What I love most about breastfeeding is that the relationship changes and progresses in ways that I could have never fathomed when I was pregnant. →MORE...

My child is obsessed with nipples. It makes sense, I suppose.  If you are going to breastfeed a baby for ten months, it seems reasonable that the baby would find your nipples, those from which their life-sustaining elixir flows, rather fascinating.  →MORE...