My Milkshake Brings all the Boys to the Yard...

Something that I miss about my boys being babies is breastfeeding them.  Not only did I have glorious, perky, stripper-esque D-cups, I loved the bonding I got with my kids. 

Nourishing your babies from your own body is a super primal satisfaction...  although nursing twins can be a more circus sideshow than peaceful bonding.

Anyway, I haven't felt anything like that since I weaned the monsters... until this:

Our first strawberry harvest of the year!

Feeding my toddlers food grown in our own garden.  It is a wonderful, wonderful thing. 

It isn't quite as satisfying as breastfeeding, but feeding my kids strawberries doesn't make my nipples bleed, so I'll take the trade off. 

Oh, and if any of you find anything that has more sex appeal than a man in the garden, go ahead and let me know.