Before motherhood appeared on my resume, I dreamed of rocking my babies to sleep. I dreamed of nursing them, feeling a rush of natural oneness from feeding my children. I dreamed of nose-to-nose cooing, sweet and powdery one-on-one time that lasted for hours.
Of course, I knew my babies would cry once in a while, and I knew that they woke up sometimes. But idiot that I was, I think I figured that MY babies would sleep through the night within the first two weeks of life. I thought breastfeeding would be easy. I thought I’d fit back into my size 4 jeans within a month, a la Heidi Klum walking down the Victoria’s Secret runway.
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I sensed there would be a problem the moment the instructor of my breastfeeding class showed video footage of various mothers nursing their children: clip after clip of babies latching onto perfectly protruded nipples. My nipples didn’t do that.
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“Mama, can Lukey and I have some Gatorade PLEASE?” Annabel asked, after we came in from bike riding.
They say that the two best days in a boat owner’s life are 1) the day you buy the boat and 2) the day you sell the boat.
The heat and humidity have devoured south Florida, leaving us all with thirsts that must be quenched.
Luke, my 3 year-old, has pretty much dropped his nap. Obviously, he didn’t read Weissbluth’s Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child, in which Weissbluth reports that 91% of 3 year-olds still nap—or else Luke just falls in that minority 9%. Once we 
We eat fairly healthy around here, though chocolate is admittedly a main food group for our entire family. And ever since I was pregnant with Annabel (yikes!) six years ago, I’ve been conscious to drink organic milk and eat organic dairy products. In Santa Monica, we were lucky to have weekly farmer’s markets from which to buy fresh local produce. But here in Boca Raton, while fresh citrus, berries, and some leafy greens can indeed be found locally, our local supermarket chain likes to individually wrap produce in plastic. Yuck.
