Spam, Spam, Love, and Spam

I love SPAM. What's wrong with me? SPAM was our primary source of protein as we camped up the Eastern Sierras on our honeymoon and so holds many fond memories for me.
Recently I've been watching a lot of Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern, and when I saw his Hawaii show where he had SPAM pineapple upside down cake, my love for that salty, pink, canned meat renewed.
Tonight we're having cornbread and SPAM broccoli for dinner here's the recipe:

1 12oz can of SPAM, chopped up
cornbread mix
broccoli (frozen)
corn
cheese, grated

Preheat oven to 400 degrees
mix up the cornbread and mix in corn and SPAM
pour into a greased pan, cook for about 15 minutes, the bread should be only partly cooked
spread broccoli on top, sprinkle cheese on top
throw back in oven until bread is done.


I'm trying to convince H-man that SPAM isn't all that bad (remember all the happy memories?) and slowly work him up to the SPAM pineapple upside down cake.
Wish me luck.

Math

H-man: Guess what the population of Alpine County was in 2006.
Me: Hmmm, 1500 people?
H:Less
M: uh 1200?
H: more
M:One thousand seven hundred?
H: That's more than 1500
M: oh, um, One thousand three hundred and five hundred?
H: What?
M: I don't know.

Zen and the Art of Breastfeeding in Public

We went to the zoo. Mom and H-man walked around while I found a quiet bench near the mountain lions. I whipped out the boob and the baby chowed down. It was as simple as that. Until the people came. Lots of people, most who avoided my general bench area. Many who did not notice me, and several who commented on what I was doing (all positive).
It's getting easier every day. The mountain lions seemed to enjoy watching us, or they were eying the delicious morsel I had cradled in my arms.

One month and 3 days

I get as much sleep as I need. I go to bed around midnight and get out of bed around 1:30 the next afternoon. This, by no means, says that I am sleeping 13 and half hours a day. We wake up every two to three hours for about an hour to feed the baby and change pee-pee diapers. On good nights he'll sleep for three hours, wake up to eat for 20 minutes and then go back to sleep. On bad nights he'll sleep for an hour and eat for and hour.
Thank god for my wonderful husband. I don't know how single moms do it, and I don't ever want to find out.

Going out is getting easier. No longer does it take an hour to get him ready, and the car seat is a snap. The hard part is feeding in public. I suppose after labor and every nurse and doctor at the hospital seeing my poonanner and boobs I should be less modest.