breast is best

You know why?
Because I just sold my car to my breast feeding support mentor.
Correct. That job exists and correct, I talk boobs and nipples and milk and occasionally cars with one.
But HOORAY because that was a bold point on my ultimate, final, grand supreme To Do List.

In other news, Cwtch has learnt to roll both ways so I keep finding her in the dirt outside or with a table leg in her mouth. Gone are the days when I can put her down and find her where I left her. She is over her stranger danger, is still ridiculously opposed to sleeping and seems to "get the joke" now when her father dances in front of her face.