Just Another Fridaaaayyyyyyy.

I am supposed to be online finding a new camera. I left mine on a plane a few weeks ago. Along with my Ipod. The only reason I am not overly angered is because in the hundred (yeah, really I think 100) flights I have made with kids, I have never lost so much as a baby sock. So as far as I am concerned it was high time. And luckily it was only a camera and not a child.

I am also busy attempting to recoup a checked bag fee. But I truly, HATE those kind of chores.

Now look, I A)read Jessica religiously, desperately wished I lived in LA because I would just tag along with her and be her very best friend. And B)swore I would never discuss my kids growing pains or puberty. But these two dovetail-and I didn't want to be that blogger that gets a convo going over someone else's comments, because I am sure Emily Post will update soon, but it is tacky.

Jessica posted a blog about tiny girls bras and skank factor. It made me think of something I am currently experiencing. I've talked about my boobs before, but what I probably left out was the peculiar size I am now, a 32DD. This is odd, but all the implants in the world can't change your chest circumference, I measure 32 around and this never struck until I found that this isn't a standard size you can pick up from Target. Not until I found myself down the lingerie aisle of Justice and found that the smallest training bras come in a 26 and go up to 34. The most abundant sizes were the 32. I simple couldn't bring myself to buy one. Of any size. Why was I buying one anyway? Why are there training bras for girls with a chest girth of 34 inches?! To cover up the little niblets that are growing? I couldn't reason with myself that this was necessary. When I was younger, we wore bras for support. Not to hide niblets under the shirt. Why should we put any more self consciousness on our girls than already exist? Even if you are the picture of parenting perfection (like myself) and never label one fat or skinny, healthy or tubby, or discuss the amount of cottage cheese on thighs is acceptable or the lumpy existence of cellulite, you are kidding yourself to believe that they don't hear it from friends or simply read a tabloid in the line at Target.

Why are we putting these girls in training bras anyway? I don't subscribe to the theory of dressing my kids for the comfort of others. I defer to my children in that arena. (with obvious exceptions.)

Discuss amongst yourselves, telling me at the very least which is the best starter dslr camera.