Choices

This past week I've been focused on one thing.  No, that's not entirely accurate.  My focus with Izzy has been on one thing.  My goal is to wean her completely from nursing.  She is turning two the second week of September and I would like for her to no longer be nursing for any amount of time by then.  That might be an unreasonable deadline so at the very latest before we relocate to WA in October.

The amount of time a mom breastfeeds their child is completely a personal choice.  That being said, moms still get solicited and unsolicited advice as well as positive and negative comments about their choice.  I've read and heard some horror stories moms have gone through with co-workers, bosses, friends and family.  Moms have been criticized on whether or not they breastfeed, the length they do so and when and where they should be allowed to.

I bring this up because during this past week I've gotten the gamete of responses on my journey to wean through twitter, facebook, text, blog, etc.  I want to extend my gratitude to all the readers that extended their support not only for my choice to breastfeed but on my journey to wean.  What I'm surprised at is how some of the readers were down right scornful that I breastfed as long as I did.

Let me remind you that this is a personal blog about my tales as a mom and it reflects my personal choices.  Besides, if there was a zombie Armageddon, my family's survivability would be higher since I'm able to whip out a boob to feed my kid.  Thank you and GOOD NIGHT!

What Would You Do?

Today we had potential renters come to view the house.  It was a mother and two school aged boys.  After coming through the door the boys rushed in and started playing with Izzy's toys.  As we explored the house they threw toys on the floor, jumped on her bed and kicked the ball inside almost hitting Izzy.  They never once asked permission and ignored their mother asking them to stop.  Keep in mind that I had just spent an hour before cleaning the house so it looked presentable.  Inside I was cringing at their disregard for my house and the lack of respect they showed to their mother.  I was in an odd place, unsure if I should concentrate on describing and answering questions about the house or addressing their behavior.  In the 10 minutes I observed their interaction it seemed to me as if the mother had no control over them.  What would you have done in a similar position?  Please join in on the conversation.