"Oh Hello, Fall! (and stuff on boobs"

Joy posted on her blog:

Oh Hello, Fall! (and stuff on boobs)

Oh Hello, Fall. It's nice to see you, too...

Its the most wonderful time of the year. I'm digging out all my sweaters and boots and I can't wait to bundle up. Been taking Maria on strolls with my cup of coffee as the wind billows around me. I never feel as healthy and romantic as when Fall is in full force. Kickstart your fall with a yummy vintage style hat (hats are back, you know.) and a London Fog from Starbucks (it's off the menu). How about curling up with a good book, too? Can't go wrong with Bronte...

Among the Rocks

by Robert Browning

Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,

This autumn morning! How he sets his bones

To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet

For the ripple to run over in its mirth;

Listening the while, where on the heap of stones

The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.

That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;

Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.

If you loved only what were worth your love,

Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:

Make the low nature better by your throes!

Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!

And, from one of my favorite blog sites , here's a video to get you in the mood for Autumn...

okay, one more...

And don't forget to keep checking in with HELLOGIGGLES.com for my latest entries, like this one...

Dear Breastfeeding Moms About to Give Up,

So, you’re starting to feel like a cow, eh? All that baby weight is still sticking to you, your nipples are cracked and bleeding and every time your baby latches on, you silently scream and tears roll down your face. You look at the clock in dread and as the next feeding approaches, your stress levels shoot through the roof and you begin to anticipate the agony. Just when you have a moment to yourself, it’s time to feed the baby again. Just when you’ve begun to relax, the baby starts crying and your husband says “Can’t you just stick him on your boob?”

Yeah. Love that one.

On top of this, your breasts feel like someone filled them with lead and they’re gonna pop. “What’s this lump?” “Why do I have a fever?” “Oh, great, it’s just another bout of Mastitis. Awesome.” And maybe you’re one, like me, whose lump didn’t go away and needed surgery to have it removed (healing from which you had to nurse through to keep the milk out of the wound) because the milk crystalized and now we are boob-scar-sisters. That’s called a Galactocele, by the way. Sounds like a fruit from Jupiter, but it most definitely is not.

And then there’s breastfeeding in public… READ THE REST on HELLOGIGGLES!