PYHO - Forgive me, Father...

My PYHO posts are usually pretty serious so this will be a welcome change for you and should bring a giggle or two.

Also my apologies in advance as I am going to deluge you guys over the next few days with reviews and giveaways as I attempt to get caught up.

Most of you know that I am a huge breastfeeding advocate. At 9 months, Jellybean and I are still going strong. I pick him up every day at lunch to squeeze a nursing session in.

I usually go to this park -

which is across the street from this Catholic church.

While there we swing and play...

Then I usually take him back to the car and feed him. I like to park in a nice shady spot. And since Jellybean is a wiggly guy I gave up on using a cover a long time ago since it only produced tears and biting.

So on a few occasion I have parked here -

See all the trees and shade by that pretty yellow house on the corner? An ideal spot for nursing the Jellybean in the car, right?

It was...until I drove by yesterday and noticed a priest standing out front.

Turns out that pretty yellow house is the church rectory.

I've been whipping the girls out in front of the priests for about two months now.

Mary must have breastfed - right?

I think it's time I go to confession...

This post is linked up with Shell as part of Pour Your Heart Out Wednesdays.