My breast friend.

Finally after waiting for so long, I can now cross out one more thing on my bucket list. I was invited to a small and intimate gathering to listen and talk about breastfeeding.

Nevermind that I don't have any breasts. Or milk. I have gumption! And an inquisitive mind eager to learn all about the mysteries and wonder of breastfeeding and what it means for us guys.

On with the show!

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Sunshine on my shoulders.

I've been watching this video for the past few days. 1, it's a beautiful song. And 2, it has this magical calming effect on my baby. No matter how hard my baby is crying, I play this video and .... silence. It's like magic.

Sarap mag OT.

Last night, I was carrying my child to sleep. The lullaby song played for the millionth time in the darkness. That day I was tired. (Well, aren't we all.) But my left arm was beginning to ache even when I wasn't carrying my 20 pound little boy. But this was the homestretch to another long day. Normally, I'd be irritable at this point. Impatiently waiting for the boys to fall asleep so I could have some time with the wife or to myself, if our brains were still functioning.

There's nothing to fix in you.

My wife sometimes tells me she wishes she had her pre-pregnancy, pre-birth body back. It's a sensitive topic no doubt not just to her but to a lot of women. So I do my best to say as little as possible. "mmm" and "uh-huh" are usually safe answers and I'm sticking to 'em. Then I look away as if thinking about something really deep. In reality, I'm just hoping that the topic changes STAT.

Our kids are a mess.

I came across this article that I found really interesting. Here, go read it. It's true though isn't it? We all want people to see only the best side of us. But who are we kidding? That's not making a real connection to someone if you only show a life that's been edited, photoshopped, and filtered.

We're messy creatures. And you only really get to know someone when you're both in the dirt.