I’m on my eighth month of breastfeeding, thanks largely to a now nearly-fanatical resolve to continue (I said I would make a year, and so I must),
Clay’s current lack of teeth (but they’re coming), and a nightly glass of Guinness (for
the scientific reasoning on that see this link).
Truly only a mother’s love could motivate me to sip this stuff night after
night, but I can’t complain about the results.
Note From Scott: Breastfeeding
overshare and a beer reference: it’s the perfect happy St. Patrick’s
Day from Things We Notice Now!
*image is a vintage Guinness advertisement
