Just took the kids over to the local velodrome to have a ride on their bikes. Few other cyclists on the track, middle aged males. Footy training going on in the middle of the track and a couple of blokes doing their personal training. Miss P was screaming for a feed so I popped her on the boob. Trouble is, DS5 still needs a bit of help starting off on his bike without the training wheels. So there I am, bub on boob, one hand pushing DS along, trying to keep an eye on DD7 so she didn't cause a big stack...

I tell myself the looks I received from all those blokes was not horror, it was admiration for my multi-tasking!!