Extreme Strollering
So Addy and I headed out of the house today for our weekly social interaction at the Farmers Market. I seems that walking the whole way just to eat a chocolate chip cookie and drink chocolate milk won't bring my pants size down but at least I'm not ingesting the same combination while watching the morning TNT line up.
The sidewalks of New Orleans were like no where else in the world before the storm due to neglect and forceful root systems. Now they are littered with downed wires, roofing materials and random debris. I ran into two moms on the way to the market who remarked that it was "extreme strollering". I was jealous that these two cool moms had each other and they obviously had better addresses 'cause of what block they were on so we kept walking.
Addy and I made our way to the market (which has grown substantially), bought strawberries and the aforementioned chocolate lunch when I spotted the same two moms I had passed on the way. I said hello and something about them making it to the market safely and found a shady spot to overdose on sugar. As I was leaving, I heard a "hey" and turned around to wave goodbye to the moms but they said, "no, wait!" And that was how I ended up at the park and met three new breastfeeding moms; one homebirther; one bi/poly/pagan/doula/lactation consultant; and one other pagan that I didn't get a chance to talk to much but the pentagram around the neck gave her away. I flaunted my street cred by breastfeeding in public and announcing my commitment to cloth diapers.
Tuesday is becoming my favorite day.
The sidewalks of New Orleans were like no where else in the world before the storm due to neglect and forceful root systems. Now they are littered with downed wires, roofing materials and random debris. I ran into two moms on the way to the market who remarked that it was "extreme strollering". I was jealous that these two cool moms had each other and they obviously had better addresses 'cause of what block they were on so we kept walking.
Addy and I made our way to the market (which has grown substantially), bought strawberries and the aforementioned chocolate lunch when I spotted the same two moms I had passed on the way. I said hello and something about them making it to the market safely and found a shady spot to overdose on sugar. As I was leaving, I heard a "hey" and turned around to wave goodbye to the moms but they said, "no, wait!" And that was how I ended up at the park and met three new breastfeeding moms; one homebirther; one bi/poly/pagan/doula/lactation consultant; and one other pagan that I didn't get a chance to talk to much but the pentagram around the neck gave her away. I flaunted my street cred by breastfeeding in public and announcing my commitment to cloth diapers.
Tuesday is becoming my favorite day.
4 Comments:
You're funny. Flaunting your street cred. lol. Glad you met some other moms! Maybe it will become a regular thing!
AHH! I so just noticed that you have me on the baby blog list on your sidebar. Wow. It somehow seems so much more official that I am having a baby now that I have seen that.
Breastfeeding in public so buys you street cred. I thought I would never get over the terror of breastfeeding in public and now I'm kind of like, "Everybody just deal with it, okay?". Glad to hear you met some moms!
glad you're enjoying your tuesday outing. everyone there just loves adelaide.
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