As my husband has previously stated 'we are new parents'. Our son is three months and two weeks old. It is one of the best things that we have ever done but also one of the hardest. Man, breast feeding is so hard. Waking up in the morning to breasts that look like mountains. This should sound great (like a natural boob job) especially when you started off with nothing at all but trust me it's not sexy. What is sexy about leaking milk? Not only that, it hurts. Isn't it bad enough that woman have to go through child birth which for me felt like I was dying (that is what I imagine dying to feel like).
I've talk to many new mothers and some love breast feeding. Are they kidding themselves? What is there to love about leaking and aching breast and cracked nipples. Egg, please understand when I start yelling at you to stop hugging me.... it's not pleasant. Yeah I know it suppose to be fantastic for my son. Suppose to give him a higher IQ and great for his health but when do I stop? When he becomes Einstein? I don't know but for now all I know while sitting here with leeking, aching breast that look like mountains is that my son is going to be the next Albert Einstein that can play tennis like Federer.
Ciao, Bananas
Friday, May 30, 2008
Why eggs and bananas?
My wife (lets call her bananas) and I (let's call me egg) decided that we needed a blog. Why? I'm not sure exactly but as bananas has been on maternity leave for the past three or so months with the birth of our (obviously) adorable first child she has become quite interested in the writings of others. So why can't we have our own? The answer to that might be that our lives just aren't all that interesting or we are "teh sux" at writing but let's have a go anyway.
What's with the eggs and bananas? Eggs are white on the outside and yellow on the inside and growing up and being a half asian that could pass as an Italian I was always considered by my buddies to be like an egg - white on the outside but yellow (asian) on the inside as I'd been brougt up heavily influenced by my mum's values.
My lovely wife on the other hand is from a Vietnamese background but grew up in Preston, so she's much more "okka" than me. Ripe bananas are in general yellow on the outside. Disputably it is recognised that they are also white on the inside (I'd say they are just paler yellow but who am I to argue when it makes for a semi-interesting name for our blog).
So while I egg grew up being the neighbourhood "ching-chong", not wearing shoes in the house, not being really all that interested in footy and spending my Xmas holidays in Malaysia eating satay and curry mee, my wife the banana was setting herself up for a life with missing teeth as a Collingwod supporter, watching boxing day cricket and having Xmas BBQs.
Who the bloody hell are we? We lurve good food and travelling and go through hobby "phases" - currently we are learning how to do a Canon 40D justice and I'm going to have a go at roasting my own coffee with a popcorn maker. Bananas likes to be comfortable in tracky dacks or PJs around the house, often to the local Coles or friends places, and on occasion to "Chaddy" shopping Centre. She does also scrub up quite nicely when she feels like it, but those occasions are diminishing into her motherhood days. We're both usually "morning" people and hate to "waste" the day sleeping in but often spend "quality time" watching Oprah or surfing the net on blogs (Bananas) or surfing forums and playing games online (eggs). Being a pom by birth, I also like to whinge alot. I'm expecting to be doing much of that here :)
What's with the eggs and bananas? Eggs are white on the outside and yellow on the inside and growing up and being a half asian that could pass as an Italian I was always considered by my buddies to be like an egg - white on the outside but yellow (asian) on the inside as I'd been brougt up heavily influenced by my mum's values.
My lovely wife on the other hand is from a Vietnamese background but grew up in Preston, so she's much more "okka" than me. Ripe bananas are in general yellow on the outside. Disputably it is recognised that they are also white on the inside (I'd say they are just paler yellow but who am I to argue when it makes for a semi-interesting name for our blog).
So while I egg grew up being the neighbourhood "ching-chong", not wearing shoes in the house, not being really all that interested in footy and spending my Xmas holidays in Malaysia eating satay and curry mee, my wife the banana was setting herself up for a life with missing teeth as a Collingwod supporter, watching boxing day cricket and having Xmas BBQs.
Who the bloody hell are we? We lurve good food and travelling and go through hobby "phases" - currently we are learning how to do a Canon 40D justice and I'm going to have a go at roasting my own coffee with a popcorn maker. Bananas likes to be comfortable in tracky dacks or PJs around the house, often to the local Coles or friends places, and on occasion to "Chaddy" shopping Centre. She does also scrub up quite nicely when she feels like it, but those occasions are diminishing into her motherhood days. We're both usually "morning" people and hate to "waste" the day sleeping in but often spend "quality time" watching Oprah or surfing the net on blogs (Bananas) or surfing forums and playing games online (eggs). Being a pom by birth, I also like to whinge alot. I'm expecting to be doing much of that here :)
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