Avert your eyes

Not much time on my hands these days for mindless rambling online. I could go on and on about how wonderful my new daughter is. I could go on and on about what a fantastic experience it is to watch Turner learn about being a big brother. I bet I'll even write a few blogs about what kind of man my husband is when he is around his baby girl. There'll be lots of time for that in the future.
What is on my mind tonight is the creepy old man Walmart greeter. Yes, the supposed to be cheerful person who says "Welcome to Walmart", that's who I am talking about. Why is he on my mind? Because he's a clueless perv.
I ventured out this week with just me and Tate. Tunia and Booyah had Turner occupied so I thought I'd make a very quick trip to old Wally World as a maiden voyage. All went well. Tate and I got all five items on our list and proceeded to the checkout. While paying for our things Tate started to stir and I knew it was almost time to feed her. No biggie. I pushed our cart over to the Subway, which happens to be right in the view of perv greeter man.
It was ten thirty so there wasn't a soul in the Subway seeking a tasty alternative to fried fast food. Perfect. I went to a booth in the far corner and sat down. I got out my Snickers and my bottle of water and proceeded to get myself covered and ready to feed baby girl. Before unleashing my left concrete cantaloupe I looked around to make sure no one was staring and that the coast was clear. Well there he was staring intently. Usually if caught glancing a person will politely avert their eyes and act as if they weren't staring at you. Not you Mr I can't wait to catch a glimpse of your boobs. No you sat there and looked directly at me.
Well I of all people hate to shit on your parade. Unfortunately for you I have a nursing cover just for this purpose. Also this ain't my first rodeo. I can handle a roley poley infant under a sheet with out ever flashing an inch of flesh. Poor mister too cheap to buy porn, no boobs for you.
I have no hang ups about nursing. I'll do it where ever, but always in a discreet and tasteful manner. But geez people, don't stare. Now that I have that out of my system I am much more inclined to shout from the roof tops about having a newborn. The little soft hair and snugly head on my chest melts me. She smells like heaven and is almost edible she is so sweet.
Recovery from the second child is wonderful and so much faster than with Turner. She's only one week old and I feel pretty dang good. Turner tires me out but my paretns are here to run after him for another week. I am taking advantage and sleeping in while I can.
My daughter is already her own person. She has clear likes and dislikes. It is going to be an interesting life getting to see the differences between boys and girls. I have the best of both worlds and feel so very blessed. Now I have to go and get my behind in bed. I'll be up a couple times tonight enjoying my quiet time with the world's best girl, just like I did two years ago with the world's best boy. Good night--