Charlie just came home and kissed Caspian "hello." Caspian had just woken up a little earlier and was still lying on the Boppy, facing me -- so when Charlie kissed his head, Caspian didn't see it coming and didn't see who it was. Upon feeling the kisses, he looked up at me and saw that it wasn't me doing it -- and freaked out! The look on his face was unmistakably one of utter shock. I pulled him upright so he would be able to see Charlie, but he stuck out his poochie lip, crumpled his face, and broke into a big wail! He was so confused and freaked out, poor baby.

Saturday was Caspian's first "day out" in the Moby! Charlie wore him for the town Arts & Crafts Festival, then left the Moby on to use in BRU and Wal-Mart. Everybody stopped us to ask what the Moby was. Caspian was just chillin' the whole time. We had him facing out with his legs dangling, and he was so content! At the end of the day, Charlie didn't want to put him down because he was so used to wearing him. I told him, "Now you know why I didn't want anyone else to hold him early on -- he was mine for nine months!"

"See Our Breasts"
(Sing to the tune of "Be Our Guest," from Beauty and the Beast.)

See our breasts, see our breasts --
Everywhere, half-naked chests.
While we nurse,
The prudish curse
And wish we'd button up our vests.
Sorry, folks, look away
If we're too decollete,
But this is what boobs are made for,
Not those Wonderbras you've paid for.
We refuse to go feed
Hunched in bathroom stalls -- indeed!
We're appalled that you would make such rude requests.
Would you agree to eat
Upon a toilet seat?
See our breasts, see our breasts, free our breasts!