Harmful to a Landfill But a Blessing to My Hips

This is the only kind of cake that is allowed in my house at the moment.

One that is cute and festive and calorie free.

100% calorie free.

This one is for baby Seth.  Apparently he is fashionably set and in no need of clothes for the next 15 years.  BUT, he does need an abundance of paper underthingys.  Paper underthingys to go beneath all of those clothes.

For his mother's sake, I hope that's not for the next 15 years.

 

The chocolate is for his mum.  To help with those late night feedings or hormonal down swings.

'Cause we all know that chocolate sings to a woman's soul.

Oh, sweet visions of chocolate bliss.

That makes the onset of lactation latching more tolerable.

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* Post Note:  Before you start leaving me comments about how you shouldn't ever eat chocolate while nursing, and how nervy I must be to suggest such a thing, let me state for the record (while raising my right hand) that I never had trouble with any food while I nursed 4 babies.  Never.  Not chocolate.  Not jalapeno peppers dipped in chocolate. Not jalapeno peppers stuffed with horseradish-anchovies dipped in chocolate.  If Baby Seth's mum can't eat the above mentioned confectionery, she will know to not feel pressured to partake.

And will be encouraged to use the (provided) return to sender self-addressed stamped envelope. 

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*Additional Post Note:  I'm certain I have the piggy flu.  It hit me like a ton of bricks tonight (or maybe it's because that's all they talked about on the 10 o'clock news).

If anyone is willing to delurk for the benefit of my welfare, I'd much appreciate it.  I'm sure it will make me feel so much better and help minimize my symptoms.  All you mysterious people out there not ever stopping to say, "Hello there, Kristen!"  "Top of the mornin' to ya, Kristen!"  "We'd love to send you chocolate, Kristen!"

So, please, just this once...for a feverish woman?

Bless you.