Emsy has returned, the past two nights, to her previous pattern of 1-2 overnight nursings and 1-2 early morning sessions. Fabulous. Except today I noticed my boobs are cantaloupes again in the mornings.
Then I spent several good minutes wondering why in the hell the word cantaloupe made me think of Maggie Gyllenhaal. I’m not a “boob woman” anymore now that the function of my own knockers has thoroughly and abruptly desexualized the whole concept of breasts universally, so it wasn’t a ‘boobs –>big cantaloupe boobs –> yum, Maggie boobs’ train of thought. Plus hers are adorably perky- even now while she’s (awesomely and publicly) nursing her boo. I finally figured out that her babysitter character in Moster House called the kid “cantaloupe.” OK, not crazy. There is a Maggie/cantaloupe connection. The character was cute- her hair is messy groovy punk yum. Maybe I should take this to my hairdresser and see if she can translaste Pixar hair to real hair? (Probably not; see below.)