The Flavor Of Love?
Wow, my first official post here at Cigars! So, I guess I should introduce myself to those who've never met me or heard of me.
**Leans in and whispers** I'm the crazy one.
Now, this is not to discount the craziness of my Smokin' Sisters, here. But I'm without question the most likely to come up with the bizarre thoughts. And today is no exception.
The thought occurred to me as I was nursing. I have twin girls and yes, I'm still nursing. One, it's very bonding and two...well, I'm cheap as hell, but that's another story. So, as I was rambling, I've noticed something about nursing. See, when you nurse one baby, it can be a challenge to keep the milk flowing. They always say that you have as much milk as the baby demands, provided you eat and drink enough. The trick is really about relaxing enough to let the milk down. Now, double that output and a) you're eating like mad and b) you REALLY need to relax. Sadly, that last part is hard when one baby is screaming bloody murder while the other is sucking like an aardvark on crack and not getting much. So, us moms have to come up with a way to relax on demand. Being the crafty soul that I am, I read when I nurse and nothing is as relaxing as a comfort read. A book from the keeper shelf. And that's when it occurred to me.
Does what you read have any effect on what you produce?
If you managed to follow the above, then maybe you can follow this bit of Dee-style logic: If you are what you eat and reading is feeding your mind, and what you eat changes the taste of what the babies get...does what you read flavor your milk?
Before you think I'm certifiable, let me fill you in.
Nia, one of my girls, fights her sleep like mad. She's just sure there's something going on she's missing if she goes to sleep. I can read whatever I want, but that girl ain't knocking out. Unless I read a Lucy Monroe. Then she's toast in about two minutes, flat.
Noelle, on the other hand, rather likes Julia Quinn's Bridgerton series. (I think she has a crush on Colin)
Both will go down after two doses of Kressley Cole.
Catherine Asaro hits them like a bomb blast.
Christine Warren requires multiple chapters.
I could go on, but I've learned their favorites and stick to those much the way I know my son's preferred chicken strip suppliers and hamburger brands. It's like takeout and baby likes the good stuff. Can't say I blame them, I just wish they'd let me read my eBooks, but that requires my laptop and they're just too busybodied to leave the Lappy alone.
So, what kind of wacky thoughts and rationalities have you come up with? Or am I alone in my nuttiness? I promise, I won't laugh. (Odds are, I'm still crazier.)
Dee
Hi Dee
I'm so glad you are now onboard at Cigars. I remember your guest blog, and was hoping that you'd come back. I don't know if you are nuttier than me. You'd have to ask Sam and the other regular bloggers that question. As for me, I really enjoy a little bit of nuttiness at times. All I can say is, WELCOME! I look forward to reading and participating in your blogs. Mads:)
Hey Mads!!
Thanks! I'm really glad to be here. And I'm especially glad to provide any and all nuttiness you need, lol!
Dee
Welcome Dee
Well, if you're crazy, I must be too. I had no trouble following that post and it made perfect sense to me. Glad to have you here.
LOL!
Ah Cheryl, I love crazy company! :)
Somkin' Sisters!
I love that -- I know I can always count on you, Dee, and I love your kind of crazy, so go for it. ;)
You probably know most of my craziness, LOL, and strange how I can't think of any to post *G*
Lessee... maybe that I rarely go barefoot? I hate even being asked to take shoes off in someone else's house, and so I usually bring my own slippers to wear. I like wearing sandals in summer, but I pretty much never walk around with just bare feet on the floor, except to the bathroom in the middle of the night. This is actually kind of counter-intuitive, because I'm pretty sure more bugs come out at night -- if I am likely to step on something, it's going to be in the dark, and yet this is the only time I go barefoot, because I'm usually only half-awake shuffling back and forth and finding my slippers would be too much trouble.
Other than that, I'm perfectly sane. Heh.
Sam
Oh, one more
It hit me last week, that I've had so many cases of asking something really stupid sometimes, that I've gotten keen to myself, and when I had a question I needed to ask Mike, I prefaced it with something like "okay, this could be one of those really stupid questions, you know, but here it is anyway..." And then it ended up being a real question that he wasn't sure of either (It was, if someone sends me a check from Canada, a personal check, does it count as American dollars when it gets here?) So... it ends up the one time I thought I was asking something dumb, it wasn't -- and then other times I ask questions I'm sure are puzzling, only to find I've stuck my foot in my mouth... Maybe scarier that now, I can't tell the difference....
Sam
Oh, I'm a queen of stupid questions...
Although I usually preface with, "Okay, this is a REALLY girly question..." or "I probably asked you this already, but..."
I'm terrible in person. I have to walk on my butt because my feet are always in my mouth.
As for Canadian to US...that's one of those you think you should know, but probably shouldn't. I know digitally, you spend in one country and the correct, translated amount comes out of your account. I'm thinking a check does that as well. If it's cashed in US dollars, it'll come out of the account appropriate to that amount.
I THINK.
LOL, Dee
Love it!
Dee, I love your kind of crazy, too! This makes total sense to me. Reading surely affects your hormones and therefore what your babies eat. What a great way to spend nursing time!
Let's see - I'm the opposite of Sam. I hate shoes. I hate socks even more (although I do knit them because a) they're a cool knit and b) other people like socks). So I'm really likely to be barefoot anywhere I can get away with it, and I start wearing Birkenstocks the millisecond the weather warms up.
If my husband cooks the meal it tastes better than if anyone else cooks it.
I can't start writing without a cup of green tea nearby.
If I think obsessively about the plane crashing before I get on it, the plane won't crash when I'm on it.
Welcome to Cigars - I'm looking forward to your posts!
Margaret
Thanks Margaret!
OMG, you're as crazy as me! I love to LOOK at shoes. I love stillettos. I'm even more comfy in them. But I don't like to wear shoes. I'm either in socks or barefoot 85% of the time. My feet are highly sensitive and, just a sense of my freaky OCD, anything I touch on one side of my body, I HAVE to touch it on the opposite side or the expectation throbs painfully until I recreate the impression on the other side, mirror image.
I'm psychotic, I know.
I'm a chamomile tea girl myself. And I have a hell of a time writing love scenes when I'm not in public.
I won't even go into my plane phobias.
Good lord, I'm such a freak! LOL!
Love Scenes only in public?
Really? Most writers I've talked to say that can't write a love scene unless they're alone (kids and hubby asleep) and not during the daytime. I guess I've never tried to write them in public, so I can't say that it doesn't work for me. Maybe I'll have to give that a whirl sometime soon. Maybe I'll get lucky and some strapping young stud will occupy the table next to me or something, giving me plenty of inspiration. :)
When my only "me" time was a
When my only "me" time was a couple hours in the coffee shop while my kids were in pre-school, I learned very quickly to write whatever I had to in public.
I do have an occasional looker-over-shoulder person, but I write on an Alphasmart, so they can't see more than four lines or so at a time. Haha!
M
Read in bed!
www.meganhart.com
You're AWESOME, Dee!!
Welcome to the Smokin' Sisters ;) It's lovely to have you here starting as a regular! And I love the crazy :)
As a fellow nurser (I'm all done now, and never did twins--you rock!!), I have to say that it is an awesome thing for you and your daughters (and all that money you save can be used for other stuff, like books! Or chocolate!) I'm sure you'll get to the eBooks soon, but then they'll be wanting to press all the keys themselves... (They do have great taste!)
Hmmm... I'm not sure what rationalizations I can share... Do fruit-flavored gummies really not count as fruit? If I park in the farthest reaches of the parking lot, doesn't the resulting walk equal exercise?...
I'll have to get back to you...
Those count for me...
esp if there's parking up close!
Hey Cigars Sis!
Dee--I'm so looking forward to your infusion of craziness. And your theory makes perfect sense.
I hate wearing shoes, too, which is interesting, since I own about thirty pairs. I guess I hate wearing shoes at home. And at work. One kid mentioned I'm the only teacher he has who teaches without shoes--in winter.
Jeannie
I had no trouble following
I had no trouble following that post, Dee.
I always read more when I
I always read more when I was nursing my kids, too, Dee! I used to watch waaaaay more daytime tv as well, when they were little. Now I think of reading during the day as a luxury I never afford myself. Makes me miss those days. *sniffle*
My craziness? Well, I have a few. I won't drink from my cup in the middle of the night without rinsing it out first in the sink (sans lights, even) in case a spider is in it. And I never, never NEVER look in the mirror at night in case I get a crazy compulsion to scream out BLOODY MARY and then you know what happens after that...
I also smell stuff. Ink, particularly. Mmmm, I love to smell ink on paper!
M
read in bed!
LOL!
Oh, I hear you on the mirror thing, but more because I'm still afraid of the dark and I hate seeing shadows. Bloody Mary scared the crap out of me too, but I also had the Llrona as a kid (She was a ghost who roamed at night in pennance for drowning her children. She wanders the darkness, wailing in perpetual mourning and if she sees a child, she claims it for her own... I'm telling you, Mexicans are cruel when we scare the crap out of our children, lol).
Oh...so do you take a deep inhalation at the gas station? I do. It doesn't smell as good as it did in the 80s, but occasionally...good stuff! LOL!
Dee
ghosties!
I've heard of Llrona (I think from Supernatural, as a matter of fact. LOL)
I do like the smell of gas!
And sharpie markers. LOL!
M
Read in bed!
www.meganhart.com
OMG!
There are more weirdos like me in the world after all! I won't even turn the light on in the bathroom at night. It's not that I want to say Bloody Mary, but I think about it every time I go in there and then I worry that JUST THINKING about it might be enough to summons her. So, I do my business really quick, then run from the bathroom as fast as I can.
And the gas thing...yeah, I'm sure I've killed more than a few brain cells doing that. Actually, it's not so much gas as it is exhaust. Got addicted to that from riding with my dad in this really old truck he had when I was like five. I started young.
LOL ! I have a huge, full
LOL ! I have a huge, full length mirror in the small dressing area between my bedroom and bathroom. There's no avoiding it. So at night when I get up to pee (which is, you know, every night) I go with my eyes closed!!!!! It's dark anyway. LOL!!!
M
Read in bed!
www.meganhart.com
Oh, the mirror thing...
I have mirror fear too -- sometimes during the day, depending on what my hair looks like, mwahahaha.
Seriously, I hate looking in mirrors at night, too. I think there's a phobia name for that, I was going to use it in a book at one point, and then didn't. I read something about feng shui regarding it as well, that it's not a good thing because your soul is up wandering and would be startled to see you (or something like that, I don't know... LOL). But interesting how this is a common issue... I never saw Bloody Mary, but I worry about seeing *anything* in the mirror that shouldn't be there! Wrinkles, etc... LOL
Sam
funny how different people
funny how different people have the same kind of crazy but for different reasons. :)
Read in bed!
www.meganhart.com
Oh man, Dee, you totally
Oh man, Dee, you totally cracked me up with your blog. I too am the mother of twins and nursed them both together, totally hysterical picture for anyone who hasn't see this spectacle before, lol. Reading out loud didn't work for my crew, sorry to say, for me it was singing. It could be anything from nursery ditties to Rolling Stones. Used to go hoarse keeping up, but you learn to do whatever works!
Welcome to the blog.
ROFL!
I try to nurse them one at a time. The other night, while one was nursing, the other realized she was hungry and there was no escape. The kid climbed on me and latched on. She nursed standing up, hunched over her sibling. The next night, the other one did the same trick, only she was smart enough to lay on her belly on my side like a leopard in a tree. I just gave up and went to sleep, lol.
I shudder to imagine how it looked. Attack of the Infant Patrol, I bet.
I'm not brave enough to read aloud. I'd get to the part about someone tweaking a nipple, laugh my tail off and probably wake them up. I sing to them to make them laugh, though. They love singing and dancing. (Save me, Nia likes Fergie.)
Hugs!
Dee