Christmas tins with chocolate and peanut butter fudge.
This photo of Rachel McAdams breastpumping has been making the rounds lately. I think that despite her clothes and make-up (and extreme natural beauty ha), a lot of moms can relate!
My favorite breastfeeding pic. Pretty much the same ;). This serene feeling/appearance lasted for approximately two minutes.
A still from SOMETHING GOOD-NEGRO KISS.
Excellent lighting for this pic.
This fudge. For over eight years, we’ve had to travel multiple hours to visit our families, and, as a result, we usually end up showing up at family functions with shamefaced expressions and store-bought goods. This year, we made chocolate and peanut butter fudge and it’s amazing and everyone (read: the four of us) loves it. I don’t want to belittle my accomplishment but I’ll say that it’s super easy to make and also delicious.
This picture. I have never looked like this breastpumping or breastfeeding, but I have felt like this. Like a freaking warrior woman using my breasts for good. I have heard the swish of the pump in the darkest hours of the night. I have negotiated breastfeeding covers and a squirmy baby in lots of parking lots in a four-state area. I’ve skipped out on some meals because he had to eat first. I've been his favorite person in the whole world because I've been everything to him: comfort, food, warmth. I’ve had mastitis (twice) and sore nipples and nipples that I tried to pretend didn’t exist when he wasn’t breastfeeding because I just wanted to buy them some peace and quiet for a while. I’ve been proud of my baby’s rolls because I knew that I put them there and I’ve felt guilty when I called breastfeeding quits when he reached 1. And now these breasts are all mine again and I’m happy about that too. (For the record, I pumped for my first-born Sam and supplemented with formula before switching exclusively to formula when he was 6 months old, so I’ve experienced some of both sides of the baby-feeding life. I believe that breastfeeding is best but that sometimes that even look different for different people, anddddd there are lots of other reasons why formula could be the way to go, and that a mom trying to preserve a little of her sanity/happiness is not a small one. Let’s support each other, moms. There are lots of other things we can feel guilty about, like all the tv you are letting your child watch, Jessica, or that time you said camel-toe and your child repeated it).
This article. Scholars recently discovered this film clip, featuring an African American couple kissing, and determined that it’s “the earliest cinematic depiction of African-American affection.” Read on for more deets about how they determined the film clip’s age and why it’s notable, given how African Americans were commonly portrayed in films of the time. And you can also watch the film clip!
These bookshelves and this window-seat. I posted about these on IG last week (you can follow me here if you aren't already!) but I have to write about them again because they’re so amazing. For almost a year, our books were boxed up; within the last couple of months, I moved them to a weird gray bookshelf in a random storage area of our house. (I can’t say enough: this was a weird space for my books.) But Daniel finished these bookshelf beauties last week, and it is the most glorious feeling to see my books (I mean our books, honey) every time I’m in the living room. Annnnnd, he also finished cushions for this window-seat. Now I need pillows and a babysitter, and I’m all set!