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i like to credit the people who refer me places, but sadly i can’t remember how i got to malingering’s world which, in my opinion, is an excellent blog.

malingering testifies: i take the photos in a (futile) attempt to expose the ridiculous world around me.

in the post there’s trying and there’s trying too hard she writes:

hate to tell you this, but your baby doesn’t appreciate the effort you put into your makeup this morning. In fact I’m guessing it thinks you look a little trashy. That’s what it would say if it could talk. But babies can’t talk, they’re stupid.

link to malingering’s flickr photostream

As a breastfeeding mom, it’s inevitable that my breasts be exposed at one time or the other.

When my baby wants to eat, I don’t care if we’re alone at the privacy of my bedroom or in the middle of a crowded mall, I’m gonna take it out and feed him.

I tried all sorts of methods to conceal myself while breastfeeding outside, like wearing a few layers of clothes so that most of my upper body is hidden, but I do live in a warm country, and when I say warm, I mean hot like hell, and when you’re dripping sweat, you don’t want to wear much more than basically nothing.

What I’m trying to get to is the fact that James Noah and baby Uri, of course, are all exposed to my breasts on a daily basis.

For those of you who are jeleous I wanna say: Don’t be. It’s not a pretty sight…

Noah is so sweet, smart, talkative and full of ideas. I love it when he speaks his mind. But no woman should EVER have to hear her son, or any other person, for that matter, saying:

“wow, mom! you have such LONG breasts!”.

I did not expect that, and although I can find humor in almost everything in life, I can tell you that this is something a woman NEVER needs to hear.

Even when it’s coming from her adorable loving four year old.

photo uploaded to flickr by Okinawa Soba

taken by Noah Rennert

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