This is one of my favorite pictures of my little princess...so far. She's always that peaceful after nursing.

I hate the dumb@sses that manufacture bras. It appears as though women who have ta ta's larger than a 40D do not nurse their babies. Either that or they walk around braless. Trying to find a nursing bra (that does NOT look like some sort of medieval torture device) for someone of my, um, build is next to impossible. After I had totally frustrated myself at the local mall and maternity stores with a one week old baby in tow, Google returned all of ONE measly bra. And that bra is $90.93 after taxes and shipping! That damn thing better give me an orgasm, or something, when I put it on!!!

On a much more pleasant note, my son, who will be 12 on Friday, is just loving being a big brother. He's so awesome with the baby, albeit a little on the rough side. A few days ago, he walked into the room that the baby and I were in and proudly exclaimed, "Leah, I am your Big Doh-Doh!" (like the extinct bird) The first thing that came to mind was Tori's "She-She." That is too funny, but so appropriate for my boy. I'm sure Leah will be able to say "Doh-Doh" long before she can spit out "Matthew." Kids are great entertainment sometimes.

As mentioned, my boy will be 12 on Friday and he wants to have a sleepover. Then, he has been invited to two birthday parties on Saturday and wants to go to this science fiction/fantasy conference thing Saturday evening. It should be an interesting weekend with the baby and all of these activities!

And on a closing note, I am very happy that the Saints were able to win the Super Bowl...finally.