It’s been a while since I’ve done an awkward and awesome…but I thought it was an appropriate Frivolous Fridays post!
I think this story just needs to have the “awkward” category entirely to itself…
My husband must have some ancestral connection to the Great Depression, because he never lets ANYTHING go to waste. Even the smallest scraps of food left on a plate, he’ll finish off because he can’t stand to throw food away. Back when Jay started eating solids, I used make him oatmeal with my pumped breast milk. I think you see where this is going…
Jay had some leftovers from his oatmeal. Allen, not knowing it was “special” oatmeal, polished off the rest of the bowl. Later in the day, he says to me “Honey, I hate to say it, but that wasn’t your best oatmeal”. I busted out laughing and told him it was breast milk oatmeal. His response “oh.” and then “GAHHHHHH”
-I’m suuuuper excited about my International Birth Stories series that just started. Every week, I’ll be posting a new birth interview from an American woman who gave birth abroad. Birth and foreign culture…could it get any more interesting?!