tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11659320.post7256448667952969109..comments2023-06-09T06:26:34.166-04:00Comments on Confessions of a Serial Procrastinator: the spit-up chroniclesKat Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103695280697007841noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11659320.post-67915870263426866542008-04-01T16:27:00.000-04:002008-04-01T16:27:00.000-04:00Oh I am SO glad those days are over! You know, we...Oh I am SO glad those days are over! You know, we were so poor when I had Noelle that I hand-pumped my milk into an oversized pitcher. That is no lie. We couldn't afford no fancy milkin' machine! Did it by hand. God I'm glad those days are over. :)Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00910667716636070719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11659320.post-46187373976934538592008-03-26T12:48:00.000-04:002008-03-26T12:48:00.000-04:00The machine doesn't poop and/or fart loudly while ...The machine doesn't poop and/or fart loudly while it's on the boob.<BR/><BR/>However, the machine also doesn't make cute satisfied groans and look up at you lovingly either...so I guess they're even.Kat Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17103695280697007841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11659320.post-24394957083528754972008-03-25T14:07:00.000-04:002008-03-25T14:07:00.000-04:00Learn from the machine, little one. Learn from th...Learn from the machine, little one. Learn from the machine. It always empties the boob so mommy doesn't walk around in agony for the next three hours. It never blows raspberries on the boob. It never gums the boob as it pops off to look around. The machine is our friend.Mary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06620639746694576459noreply@blogger.com