I got a funny comment from the Other Jennifer on my "Three Years of Landon" post and I just had to reply to it. First of all, I have no idea how even the illusion of my having boobs appeared in those photos...I am so flattered that you could possibly even detect a hint of "boobage" without a magnifying glass--I think you're either being nice or sarcastic--LOL! Or maybe I just need to hold Landon more often so that I can squish the twins together and make them look like a normal person's chest? I'd also like to take this grand opportunity to add that I think I'm the only person in the world who A.) Got pregnant and gave birth, barely gaining a cup size and then B.) Breastfed the little munchkin a very controversial amount of time before ending up with LESS boobage than she started out with--Whaaaaaat??!! I deserve at least a little consolation prize from the Big Guy for all of that love and dedication (read: leaking and swelling). It's an outrage! My little sister parades around with something like double F's (not joking) and I, at twenty-eight years of age, barely even need to wear a dang bra. HMPH!! Ah well...Can't win 'em all!
I will leave you all (All three of you who have dared to stick with me past the title) with a lovely new Landon story that (very sadly) fits in with this subject:
This weekend, I was taking engagement pictures of my sister and her fiance at a very busy park (note that I said "very busy"--Everyone and their brother hangs out there on the weekends) right in the middle of downtown. (Sharon, back me up here--people everywhere). I was holding my darling, precious, innocent little boy when--POOF!--out of the blue, he pulled my shirt (AND MY BRA!!) right down and exposed my wobbly bits to everyone with in viewing range. Let us hope that none of them had OJ's x-ray vision or a magnifying glass with them that night. *sigh*