We are doing a little "staycation" here this weekend. It has been fun, even though the weather situation has been a little unfortunate. The day has been filled with Lincoln singing, "rain, rain, go away, marching band wants to play, rain, rain, go away."
Wherever he got that from.
Anyway, yesterday we became members of the Children's Museum in our city. Well, it isn't our city- I don't want to claim it- but we are close enough. We became members because there are so many of us that it really seemed like a pretty good deal, especially since it will get us into some other museums as well.
We had a nice time hanging out all together, and then we split up so that Berean could go into the toddler area and Noah could take the boys to a station that wouldn't be as interesting to her.
So Berean and I hung out in the toddler room. And yes, I saw an O.I.M (overly involved mother) peer into her child's diaper and comment about her not having any "toodles" today and how she often doesn't go if she is excited. Ok, we all needed to know that. And "toodles"? really? Or maybe it is just me that thinks that is weird.
I noticed the nursing mother's room with the door standing open. Berean has been successfully weaned for 8 days now and so we didn't need to use it, but it did catch my attention.
Before I go on, let me say that I am fully supportive of breastfeeding. I don't use one of those weird wrappy coverup things and I nurse in public. I don't mind if other women do as well and I think that it is a completely natural process that doesn't need to be hidden or covered up or whatever.
But I did find it odd that there was a giant picture made up of many smaller pictures of people breastfeeding. Close up shots, clothing strictly optional.
As I said, I love breastfeeding but as I nurse my own child I just don't feel the need to stare at pictures of significant boobage.
But maybe it is just me.