Look! Your chest is bigger than mine when you do that!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, we get it, you're a big strong man. Now stop your stupid looking chest puffing and treat the woman you pledged your life to with respect!


This last week, I have spoken to several people about bullying and outright abuse that has been happening in relationships around me. It makes me sad, and angry, and frustrated.


Sad that these women (I am not letting women that bully their husbands off the hook here, they just all happen to be women that I know) believe they deserve to be treated this way. Angry that the men that are supposed to be taking care of them are failing so miserably and frustrated because I remember believing in that misconception and I know that right now, none of them are at a point of strength that they are ready to do something about it.


So I decided to write this post to those women in my life that are being bullied and lied to by the one person that should be swimming through shark infested waters to bring them an ice cold Pepsi.


Here are some of the lies I hear you believing, and the truth you should see behind them.

My Breastfeeding Story- By Timmie Wanechko

I had been thinking about writing this for a while, and with the latest study that’s making Facebook news, I think the timing is right.

I have two sons, ages 6 and 1, both breastfed. I myself was breastfed for 3 months, followed by formula; and I grew up watching my siblings be breastfed for a couple of months, and then formula fed for the majority of their childhoods.

Jonathan

When I was pregnant with Jonathan (my first born), I had absolutely no intention to breastfeed. In fact, I clearly remember telling my husband that he better not expect me to breastfeed, because I wasn’t going to! It was my right not to, I wasn’t into it, it sounded too difficult – just, no.

As my due date approached, I started to become okay with trying. And after giving birth, that’s exactly what I did! I tried.

Funny Bunny

A little pre-Easter humor:

When my older kids were little, we had a bunny rabbit. One of those cute lop eared ones with the draggy ears. His name was Leo the Lop and he would play with my oldest  son (ehem well my son thought he was playing... Leo really liked my son and "hugged" him often). He was litter box trained so we just let him run around the house like a cat. He didn't like the lino though and would just stay on the carpet.

My second oldest son was in playschool at the time and I decided that bringing the bunny in for show and tell just before Easter was a great idea! Leo would walk on a leash, so I took him in the car the block and a half to the playschool, with the leash tied around the back of the seat.

Leo was a hit! The kids loved him, he hopped around the circle giving all the kids bunny wiggly nose kisses and my second son was the most popular kid in school that day!

At the end of the day, I took Leo out to the car and tied him back onto the front seat, then went in to get my son and help the teacher a bit. 2 minutes later, my oldest son asked if he could get the keys to the car so he could put his backpack in the car. He came back down and was helping tidy up.

When we got back to the car, I discovered that my keys were now locked inside the car, next to Leo. PERFECT! (Now animal activists calm down, it was a mild day, not hot enough to cook my rabbit nor cold enough to freeze him) It took AMA 30 minutes to come to unlock the door.

As the mechanic was jimmying my passenger side door, he burst into laughter and stepped back to let us all see the most amazing thing you can imagine! My Leo, yes my horney bunny had hopped across the seat leaving ..... Not little pellets like you would expect.... No.... He had laid a Cadbury Cream Egg!

Heehee well actually I had bought a cream egg and left it on the seat so I could eat it later and he happened to be sitting on it.