Last week was World Breastfeeding Week, and I intended to re-blog this post from last year during that time because it expresses pretty much everything I have to say on the topic of breastfeeding. But, as my grandmother also used to say, I have a tendency to be a day late and a dollar short. I feel justified in posting this today, though, because my Facebook feed this morning showed me two completely different articles featuring photos of celebrities breastfeeding their babies. And the breastfeeding mommy wars that pit mothers who can and mothers who can’t and mothers who do and mothers who don’t against one another is an on-going thing.
I have lots of treasured memories about my paternal grandmother, but one that sticks with me the most is of her frequently saying, “how ’bout them apples?” I remember it having different meanings, dependent on whether the phrase was prefaced by “well” or “so.”
“Well, how ’bout them apples” was an expression of surprise — like, “Well, how ’bout them apples? Krista cleaned her room!” Alternately, “So, how ’bout them apples” was tacked on when she said something challenging, or something she knew my brother or I wouldn’t want to hear — like, “No you can’t have more crumb cake. So how ’bout them apples?”
She said it often enough that my little brother picked it up at a very young age and added it to his arsenal of phrases that he would pull out at the most inopportune moments. One time when we were at the mall, he saw…
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