This week, my Boy BFF (he LOVES being called that), and Hubby asked what was going ON with my breastfeeding fixation.

My excuses were in this order:

1. Hey, it's World Breastfeeding Week, Mofos!

2. Recent events involving breastfeeding harassment in Boston, our new home, and during our road trip b/w Arizona and Massachusetts.

3. Soren has to wean SOMEDAY, right? So it's only natural that I'm already mourning this beautiful arrangement that allows me to cuddle The UnCuddleable.

4. I know what you're thinking..."she's gone all apeshit Lactivist on us." But it's not paranoia if the formula companies really are trying to sabotage nursing moms. Thanks, Elita from Blacktating.

5. And finally...the unending examples of frustrating breastfeeding experiences suffered by moms just trying to feed (or in my case, shut up) their kids, for Chrissakes! Like this latest display of brilliance on the part of some buttsore Southwestern Airlines flight attendant who insisted that a nursing mom needed to cover up since there were "other people on the plane."

Now I'm exhausted.
What was the question again?

Oh, and when I asked Christian how he felt about me posting a breastfeeding picture, his response:

"You mean an old picture? Not NOW. I mean he's practically got a mustache." Then, in a gruff manly voice: "Hey Mom, I'm gonna borrow the car, and how 'bout some milk?"