Patience

Oh to be 5 again.

Not really.

But oh to be 5, and have the pre-holiday excitement coursing through my veins. The mere thought of the magic of Santa just electrifying my very existence. The anticipation, the sweets, the holiday shows, the no-school, the travel -- the HOLIDAYISNESS OF LIFE. It's almost too much to take in.

Greta is completely beside herself with holiday glee. At least once a day she announces how "totally excited she is" (yup, totally) "I just can't STAND it anymore".

Oh to be 5 again.

When each day is a new surprise, each moment a fresh endeavor, each holiday a new creation, and each night cozy and peaceful.

Oh.

The Countdown is On

It's just that time of year. I'm glad this past week is over. The last week before a holiday break and -- whew -- we're all wiped out. We did manage to eek out a snow day in there, because somewhere in the county a rural road had a patch of ice. Oh well. Here's a quick update of the kiddos:

Hadley: happy as usual, though has given up sleeping. I was literally up 7 times with her last night. Not for long, but up is up.

Clara: enjoys singing. Her speciality so far? "Jesus loves me so you better not shout you better not cry...". It's going to be a new crossover classic.

Greta: is all about Santa. Our neighbor brought the kids each a gift today that "Santa" delivered to his house early. As Greta carried around the princess Barbie dolls, because heaven forbid she actually PLAY with them, she declared: "these toys smell JUST like Santa's elves!" I admit I had to take a whiff, thoroughly intrigued as to what smell that was. Turns out, plastic. Must've been a Chinese elf. (Get it? Toys, made in China.... Just wanted to make sure every knew I wasn't making a racial slur or anything.)

A post for the middle child.

You better watch out...

you better not cry...

you better not pout!

I'm telling you why!

Santa Claus is coming to town!

To My 4 month old

I need to freeze you, just the way you are.

To stop time from changing one fold of skin,

one bat of an eye,

one smell.

I need a magic memory to guarantee

that I will never forget

the softness of you cheeks

the grasp of your fingers

or the scent of your milky breath.

I need a photograph of every

moment you wake up

and the first thing you do

is acknowledge both of our existences

with a smile that moves your entire

head and makes your eyes change shape.

I need to jump into your eyes

to swim around and see what just

what you are looking at.

I need to know what you feel in your heart,

just as you know my heart

even better than I do,

for you lived so close to it for so long

and always will no matter

how far away you may be.

I need you as you are now,

but I need to watch you grow as well

to do your big things

and live your life

and make new skin, and new smiles, and new smells.

They might not always be as pleasant as they are now,

but I will love them because they

will be yours.

ahhh that life...

...sometimes it tickles you with a feather.



...other days it hits you like a pillow.



...other days it's like a pie in the face.



And then,

there are those days.

You know what I'm talking about.


When life leans back

takes a big swing

and hits you with a ton of bricks

and says

'figure your way out of this one. Unscathed. You have 10 minutes.'



I have recently embraced Nestles semi-sweet chocolate chunks. Originally meant to accent cookies which will be teacher gifts, they have become my partner in crime this week fighting their way against the bricks life is hurtling, one load at a time. They're not holding up their end of the bargain though, and seem to be doing nothing but making my pants tight, my teeth fuzzy, and now I have to go to the store for this one ingredient.

POW!

Look out for those bricks!

Thanks for Asking!

So, what's new with you? Not much here.

I love saying that, because then it inevitably (wow it took me a long time for my fingers to dance out that word correctly) means I will come up with a ridiculous amount of useless stuff to share with you.

It snowed! Yup, real quarter-sized snowflakes. We of course ran outside to dance in the snowflakes, which were mixed in with some rain drops weighted down with slush so we ended up a tad wet. But all in all, it snowed and it was great. I know so far the girls will never experience real snow. I laugh at school as I regale teachers with stories of kids wearing snowpants and snow boots to school and having to actual budget time in the day to dress and undress at recess time. Here we're lucky if everyone wears a coat. AND, it snowed, and it didn't even thunder 10 days ago. Because that's what happens you know. If it thunders in the winter time, it will snow in 10 days. Guaranteed. (I'll admit it, it's possible. I've seen it.)

Barf. Barf happens. And it happened. I ignored the all too familiar (as in daily) "mom I have a stomachache", because frankly it was 2:30 in the morning and it's the same song and dance. Same crap different day. Only today clearly was different, because only seconds later and a fountain of vomit was mere inches from my ear decorating the floor between my nightstand and bed. I will hold off on the rest of this story which involves a strong desire for PopTarts and shopping, going to school, going home, and otherwise doing just fine. Suffice it to say that after the party Hadley wanted to throw dancing and talking and laughing for 2 hours during the night, then trying to come down from the high of dealing with a vomiting child, I was a bit behind on my sleep quota for the night.

Incidentally -- for those of you suddenly remembering "the Christmas Sickness" of, what was it -- '08? -- I am hoping that this completely runs it course before our big visit. So far we haven't had any recaps of the overnight entertainment. We'll keep you posted before you arm us all with Lysol and face masks, put us in a room with windows and view us like zoo creatures. Santa, keep your gloves on and don't eat the cookies we left for you! I kid, I kid.

I am done with Christmas shopping with the exception of two quick gifts, of which I will not mention here lest the gift givers be spoiled.

It is cold here. REALLY REALLY COLD. As in, a high of upper 30's with a windchill below that. COLD PEOPLE. And...shhh...but I think...

I'm turning southern.

No, I don't say ya'll, speak with a twang, or eat grits.

But I sort of...

maybe don't really prefer...

the cold.

EEEEGADS. What happened to me? I used to roll in winter. I used to live for winter. I used to -- sidenote, I just had to rewrite this sentence because I spelled used "use". oh my -- I used to look forward to my layers and layers of coats and scarves and sweaters and mittens. And now....I'd simply prefer something between 62 and 70. Enough for various layers depending upon chosen activity. Whether this comes with age, with climate, or simply the factor that bundling 3 little people in said layers, making sure hats, scarves and any other wintery implements make it to and from school each day could be a new Olympic sport, I don't know. But I do know that Saturday is going to be 54 degrees, of which I will savor before Monday's high of 29. At least I'm getting good use of my winter gear this year!

Winter Wonderland!

It's raining, it's sleeting, it's snowing!

Scat!

Dear Neighborhood Cat,

Thank you so much for putting us on your visiting schedule! It is so kind of you to come to our house several times a week. You seem like a real cutie pie, though because you come so late at night, I don't get a good look at you. Since we're on the subject of late at night, perhaps you could...er...um...change that a bit. See, we people like to sleep when it's dark. Especially in this house. Rarely will you see our lights on past 9:30. PM. Of course, perhaps that's why you like our house.

I'm assuming you were originally drawn here by our own precious feline. But therein lies the problem. You see, our sweet furry niblet is an indoor cat. This might surprise you, being the cat-about-town you seem to be. But she prefers it that way. She went out. Once. And does not wish to repeat that experience. She also tends to be a wee bit, shall we say,

territorial.

Meaning, she doesn't really like other cats -- or animals for that matter -- to tread upon her existence. She growls at delivery trucks. And the mailman. She's not one to befriend strangers, and strange -- make that unknown -- cats top that list.

Sooo, that brings us to your visits. We always know when you are here peeking in our window, because it is like Tasmanian Devil meets Chubacca as far as the most heinous sound ringing through our rafters. I know you hear it. It's directed at you ya' know. The caterwaul. The scream. The first few times it just about sent us through the walls and left us shaking in our bedsheets. Now we're more used to it, we know it's just you visiting, but it's still not a pleasant way to be woken from slumber, if there is a pleasant way at all.

So I'm going to have to ask that you take us off your nightly stroll. I've put paper on the windows so you can't see in, and our one and only can't see you. That helps, but just when I take the paper down thinking you have forgotten us, there you go showing up again. So I am going to have to appeal to you for help. I'm sure you're great. I caught a glimpse of you trotting away once, you look well-fed thus you must be well-loved. I'll spread the word, if you just find somewhere else to visit.

Please.

And thank you.

Nearing December

Here we are, on the eve of December.

The Christmas lights are twinkling.

The presents are planned.

The kids are excited.

The parents are excited.

The countdown is on.

Placing the Blame

I blame YOU, internet. I was late coming on board to embrace all you had to offer in the first place, and now I am finding my very existence challenged when you are not immediately at my fingertips. Low...I have been known to go to the computer and search for the current weather conditions instead of walking outside my door. Yes, that includes checking the radar to see it actually IS rain that is coming down outside. Like I really needed technological confirmation. However, I do.

My smartphone fuels my withdrawal symptoms I feel upon long absences. ACK! The playground! Do they have wi-fi? ACK! a long walk around the neighborhood -- whose Facebook status changed? ACK! A FULL DAY WORKSHOP AWAY FROM MY COMPUTER -- THE HORROR!

Dramatic as it might seem, I am a product of this generation. I admit it. And now, with the holiday season upon us, my Christmas shopping grossly under planned, I find myself once again turning to my friend for answers. However, no matter what search engine I try, "Christmas present for _____" just doesn't show up. You mean I actually have to use my brain? I have to delve into creativity? I have to THINK on my OWN? ACK!

I google, therefore I am.

Sneak Peek

I can't show you ALL the holiday photos, after all I have to leave some surprise for the Christmas photos, but later on in December I'll show more from our Friday Photo shoot. It was a quick one, and took multiple attempts to get started, but I am happy with the results. No individual shots for Greta or Clara, I needed to focus on Hadley so I could get some good ones for announcements (is 4 1/2 months too late to send those out?).

By the way, I know these images are small, I will post larger ones later in December. Like I said, this was just a sneak peek I couldn't resist sharing! Patience, patience, patience.

Your opinion: is the last photo of Hadley too "Olivia Newton John Let's Get Physical"? I was worried....

Enjoy!

1/2 Marathon Pics

Click on the link below to view your friend's photos online. www.backprint.com/estf.asp?PID=bp%18sDz&EVENTID=76574&PWD=&BIB=941

Your friend's message: 1/2 marathon pictures! (The ones I took mysteriously disappeared since I didn't have the memory card in my camera.) Chris came in 25th out of 138 men -- we're do proud! He also shaved several minutes off of his time from last year. Way to go!!!!

Season of thanks

I wasn't feeling thankful enough this morning. My extreme tiredness today led to short fuses, tears(not mine), more frustration, and less hugs and happiness upon parting ways with my children than there should have been.

I just felt like the day ahead was impending doom.

I have a short drive from home to daycare, and an even shorter drive from daycare to my school. Somedays, most days, I am thankful that I spend no more than 7 minutes in the car.

But then, somedays, I'm reminded to relax and be thankful that I have a beautiful drive like this, to help turn around my personal grey skies. Phone video won't do it justice, but you will get the point.

Nothing New

Terribly sorry I have nothing much to report, no new pictures to post, so I'll just ramble for a minute.

Next week will mark our 8th Thanksgiving down South, and we continue to be amazed at the weather. Looks like we'll forego sweaters for long sleeves and long pants, and perhaps a quick change to short sleeves at some point while playing outside. The weather hovers between 65 and 70 most days, with chilly mornings. Enough weather change to warrant layers, or wardrobe changes during the day. Some other former northerners (can you ever really consider yourself a FORMER northerner? no one else does....) and I were remarking about how there's no need for two separate wardrobes down here, just lots of transitional pieces.

We'll probably cook a turkey breast and some other 'traditional' accompaniments, and the girls and I might indulge in a donut or two while daddy is at work and we watch the parades on tv. They don't get into as much as I do, it's more about nostalgia for me, and let's face it 5 years on this planet does not give you time to develop that.

Greta continues to get good Kindergarten reports, and all she wants to do is read and write and things like that. If there weren't younger siblings in the house, I would probably get her the largest assortment of various pens and paper for Christmas, but as it is a certain 2 and a half year old is a little more, shall we say, flamboyant with writing instruments. AKA -- I don't trust her with anything more than a pencil and supervised crayon sessions. No major damage done yet, but I'm big into damage prevention.

Speaking of Clara, she's developed quite the imagination. Coincidentally I know I just saw an article discussing the intellectual merits supposedly held by young children who...let's just call it what it is, lie. Good to know. Evidently I may have birthed the next Einstein.

Meanwhile, Hadley continues to woo all around her. She's a very relaxed and calm baby, unless aforementioned 2.5 year old is laying on her, and I'm happy to say might just be officially drinking bottles at school now. Phew! It only took 5 weeks! I believe she goes for her 4 month check up very soon!

Well, considering I thought I had nothing to say, I'm pretty impressed with myself.

Until we meet again!

PS

BE SURE TO SEND CHRIS SOME GOOD THOUGHTS AS HE RUNS A HALF MARATHON ON SATURDAY!

Wednesday.

I hope this helps you get through the week. It makes me smile. Another little chatterbox!

Sing-a-Long

All I want for Christmas is

my laundry done,

my laundry done,

oh my laundry done.

Gee if I could only have

my laundry done,

then I could wish you

Merry Christmas!

Seems so long since I could say

"get a nice clean shirt

out of your shirt drawer."

It's more likely now each day

to hear "it's not too bad,

you can wear it one day more!"

All I want for Christmas is my laundry done...

and we'd all be looking nice for Christmas!

Left

It was a nice warm bath, I'm in my jammies, and snuggly in my favorite chair. The bed just seems too far away....

Another One Done

It's so much fun to trick or treat

To dress up late

with candy to eat

To be out playing long after the sun,

I don't know about you,

but I'm glad it's done.

Halloween 2010.

Scary Story

'Tis the season for frightful stories

full of horror and fear and gore,

While listeners cringe and cower and cry

then sit up and beg to be scared some more.

And so I'll share a tale so disgustingly true,

the facts will curdle your stomach...

turn your toenails blue...

rot your eyeballs from the inside out...

send you running madly about....

And so it goes

it's short and sweet

but a more spine tingling tale

you'll be pressed to meet.

Armed with towels and the bathroom cup

there goes my 2 year old daughter

thinking perhaps she'd play 'cleaning things up'

she instead she...

brace yourselves now...

DRANK HER BABY SISTER'S BATH WATER!!!

OH THE HORROR!!!

Red Ribbon Week

It's Red Ribbon Week. A time for children (and others) across the nation to celebrate, pledge, affirm, learn, and commit to being drug free. I know at our school kids get actual red ribbons to wear all week, and we usually have some sort of celebration each day to help remember why being drug free is important. For example, where red on Monday, wear caps on Tuesday, favorite team jersey, etc. etc.

Well into Red Ribbon Week by yesterday, Chris was asking Greta about the ribbon she was so proudly wearing pinned to her shirt. "Don't Eat Grubs", she proudly exclaimed.

"What?" Surely he heard her wrong. When trying to ask if she said "Don't Do Drugs" Greta emphatically retorted that no indeed, this week the message was "Don't Eat Grubs".

Celebrating

It might not be negotiating world peace...yet....

But for today we are celebrating Hadley's first major accomplishment, after birth which I guess is really THE first, but we'll just start counting with those achievements outside of the womb.

After 3 weeks...Hadley actually took not one but TWO 2 ounce bottles today at daycare!!!! What a relief! Maybe tomorrow I'll try 3 ounce bottles and by next week she might actually be on her way to eating like a normal baby!!! (Unless I'm jinxing it all, in which case we'll be no worse off than we have been in which she has been spending the hours between 7am and 3:30pm not eating. Anything.

Send positive vibes our way!

For close family and friends to enjoy

Call Before You Come Over Because...

this is why my floors aren't mopped.

this is why there's laundry to put away.

and then there's more laundry.

did i mention there was some laundry?

this is why the sink is full of dishes.

(Not bottles however. I guess that's the one

good thing about little miss refusing to take them,

none to clean. phew.)

this is why there are toys under the couch cushions,

crumbs under the coffee table,

something sticky on the computer mouse,

something fuzzy under the kitchen table....

But this is also why all of that is okay.

Poor planning

You see I have my paci.

You see I have my blankie.

And you really expect me to be able to wait for

you to make lunch?

Orange ya' glad

What? What's that you say?

Did someone just call me

little pumpkin?

Because what you really mean is...

CHEESE!

The Good, The Bad...No Ugly

BAD:

The daycare we have been using for 5 years has closed.

GOOD:

We found a new daycare, 5 minutes from home.

BAD:

Clara cried and was saying how she didn't want to go to her new school, cried for me in the mornings when I dropped her off (just hear "Moooommmmmyyyyyy" echoing...bouncing off schoolroom walls like a yodel in the canyon.)

GOOD:

Day 4, Clara walked in without a tear. HOORAY!

BAD:

Hadley has yet to take a bottle from anyone, which means she has not eaten a THING in 4 days at daycare. Lovely.

GOOD:

Her teachers seem really good and are genuinely trying hard to get her to eat.

also good:

Hadley at least has not been spending the days crying, except for when someone tries to put a bottle in her mouth, and is not up any more than she was at night...so far.

All in all, everything else is going well. Greta and I survived our 3 week break home together, had a ton of fun, and ended up being incredibly busy that we had very little down time. We didn't follow the plan I had initially thought of, but that is okay. We've been doing a lot of math for fun lately, a lot of adding numbers. "Greta, what is 123 plus 0?" "123!" She's learned that anything plus 0, is that number. Which means she already has more math skills then I did in First Grade. Phew.

My Coiffure

There is a hair upon my head,

it is not brown but grey instead.

A regal white, a stylish silver,

Pure White Silk, if you may.

I'll call it shining starry bright,

instead of wiry grey.

I intend to leave it there,

I see no reason to hide it.

It makes me feel quite debonair

(and you need to be taller than me to find it.)

I'd say I don't know how it got there,

why it felt it's time was due,

except I'm fully well aware

as probably are you.

You may know them as grandkids,

nieces or just friends,

I personally know them better as

"future grey hairs and split ends."

So if you happen to see me, stop and have a chat.

We'll share our stories of life's adventures,

but let's not stop at that.

I'm in a new club, and proud to say,

I'll now be able to compare,

just what products someday I'll use to cover my future grey hairs.

Quick Good Morning

I know this isn't much of a video, I was trying to capture Hadley's smiles. A task which wouldn't be hard to do, except I'm trying to spare you screams and yells and other extraneous noises which would ruin a cute video. So, you get the idea. At least it's quiet.

Beachy Keen

We had a beach get away.

The weather was delightful. Cool, occasionally crisp, especially in the mornings.

A slight breeze, perfect though for a walk on the sand.

I did NOT tell her to pose this way, she just sees a camera and strikes it. I DID tell her that her shoes did not match her outfit.

I can't wait until there are 3 little girls who can run in the sand together.

2 months +

Hadley had her 2 month checkup this week and I am happy to report that she is very healthy. She has already tackled two colds in the past two months, but has come through with flying colors and is happy and booger free right now. When she lays on my lap she wants to pull my arms to sit up, and loves sitting up and looking around. Now if that heavy head would just stay put she'd be even happier. She thinks that it is hysterical when I take her feet and rub them on her mouth (oh to be that nimble) and has even let out a little tiny chuckle, which of course is the best noise. If you catch her in the right mood, usually first thing in the morning, she will even have a mini conversation with you amidst grins and a teeny tiny wee dimple on her left cheek.

She enjoys her play mat, and we put a toy bar on her car seat which she enjoys watching as well. We're working on getting to sleep in the crib, and not just in the bouncy seat which is what she is still sleeping in. When she had her first cold (at 10 days old) I kept her in that to help with the drainage which she would keep choking on, and then it became a habit. She sleeps so well in it. But, it's about time to work on the crib, so we're trying that. I'm hoping that going to daycare and sleeping in a crib will help with that. And while we're on that subject, don't ask how it's going getting her to drink from a bottle. It's not. Sorry daycare, you're going to earn your money on Friday. hohum.

Anyways, if you're waiting for 2 month baby stats, here they are:

11.12 pounds and 22 and a quarter inches. While she was in the 97th percentile for weight at birth and 90th for height at birth, she has slowed down and is more in a normal range now. She made it through her 2 month shots -- didn't even need any baby Tylenol or anything. 2 more days to snuggle at home with mommy now, so that's what I'm going to do.

Transformation

It was time. The price of shampoo/conditioner, plus conditioner, PLUS spray on conditioner was eating up the college fund, and brushing the tangles was eating at my sanity (and that's precious stuff, there's not much left of whatever there was to begin with).

We traveled an hour and a half -- because this was a special occasion after all -- for a true 'cutting of the hair' celebration. The place was cute, just for kids. She sat in an airplane themed seat, watched Dora at the mini tv in front of her, got a ribbon in her hair and spray on sparkles to boot. (Probably the best part if you ask Greta. Either that or the sucker she got to pick out.) I'm not wasting space showing you pictures of the salon, called Peek a Do, but here are the important photos.

The before. I'm not sure what odd face this is, but you get the point.

Just before. She was a tad nervous....

Too late to turn back now, and yes I was nervous now too. It looked shorter than what I said, and all I kept thinking was 'what if she hates it?' 'what if Chris hates it?' 'what if it looks dumb?'...the what if monster had me by the throat and was choking me.

But then it was done. And I have a few other photos I could stick in here, but

look at this:

and this:

Wow.

What a Wonderful World

This picture has absolutely nothing to do with the post. Nothing. Except the picture is cute, it makes me happy, and this post is reflecting upon a happy week.

My birthday was Monday and was enjoyable. Mother Nature heard my plea -- or was it my Facebook post she listened to? -- and gave me a wonderful present of cool weather (30 degrees difference in highs from Saturday to Monday) and rain rain rain rain rain. Did I mention it rained? Approximately 10.5(ish) inches of the set stuff licked, pummeled, dripped, and bowled its way across our area of the state here this week. The clouds still have yet to move away, and that's okay too. Chris was home for two days, and that was wonderful too.

While we have had some stressful moments with daycare, we had to make the hard decision to move on to a different daycare. I am not going to go into details, because they are all very subjective, but it is something that I feel we just need to do. We will miss all of the teachers very very much. Clara and Hadley will begin their new daycare next Friday, when I go in for my workday. We are happy with this decision.

All in all, we've had a great week. I have one more week of break/maternity leave. I can not say that I am excited to get back to work, but all good things must come to an end I suppose. And, this quarter is so jam packed with pre-holiday and holiday festivities that it goes so quickly. Time to start looking into our Christmas trip to the mitten.

Good Vs. Evil

For several weeks now one of the top questions I have been asked about Hadley is "is she a good baby?". I find that a really funny question. I know what people are really meaning when they say that. I know they don't really mean 'is she a good baby, or does she rack up a cell phone bill the likes of which have been nearing the national debt?' or 'is she a good sleeper, or does she wake you up practicing her numchuk skills against the cat at 2 in the morning?'.

Nevertheless, it's just not a way I would phrase a question, and I always have to think for a minute before answering.

"Is she a good baby?"

Why yes, it was just yesterday she was telling me how it was time that she was awake less at night in order to give me the much needed rest I so crave and deserve. Right after she paid the bills and helped take out the recycling. Good doesn't even begin to describe her.

In all seriousness though, she is a "good" baby. Her tummy issues are slowly calming down, she is finding less evening discomfort, and the evenings are a bit more relaxing. She continues to eat like a champion and I look forward to her two month checkup next Monday to see how much she weighs and all of the other good statistics, while I dread the two month vaccinations. She is getting very smiley and happy, and while she loves to be held, she has also started to do these weird tummy crunches to try to sit up. I think she needs to see what her sisters are doing (or she is learning to have all eyes on the ready for when Clara comes near so she can be prepared....)

Good baby, yes, very good baby.

I Have

Have you ever felt this sleepy?

I mean...that's really really sleepy....

So sleepy that even when you wake up, and that rubber still sticks to your lip as you twist and turn your face into gnarly positions because everyone is laughing at you because you have rubber stuck to your lip and it just makes you really mad but still your mom laughs and then exclaims how she wishes that she had her camera on again....

Have you ever been that tired?
Clara has.

And yes, I'm well aware she is far too old for a pacifier, it's a hurdle we're going under right now.

Come on Now....

It's the First Day of Fall, many people's favorite season. Up north, I'm a fan. Down south, I'm annoyed. Fall doesn't "begin" down here until -- Christmas. It is going to be at least 94 degrees today, not including the heat index. Come ON Mother Nature. Enough is enough already.

This year alone, we have had approximately (give or take a couple) 87 days ABOVE 90 degrees. Nearly a quarter of the year has been warmer than 90 degrees, and we are only 3/4 through the year. It's driving me batty. Seeing as my ideal temperature is anything 75 degrees and lower, this just doesn't cut it. It's 75 degrees at 6:00am.

The 10 forecast shows some promising temperatures, and I can only hope that 79 degrees with a 50% chance of rain on Monday holds true. What a perfect way to celebrate my birthday with some refreshing temperatures, some much needed rain for our drought which is now 'official' as we are over 8 inches below normal rainfall for the year. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Hmmm

We are trying to get Hadley interested in a bottle, because 2 weeks from tomorrow is her first day at daycare. She is not interested in a bottle. At all, so far. I hate this part, because not only does it force me to come to grips with being away from my baby(ies) for the day, but it means back to work, which means more work in general since all the stuff I get done during the day has to get done some other time. But this is not a post about that.

So I had this bottle of freshly pumped milk sitting on the table by my bed.

And I saw Clara holding it as I was brushing my teeth.

And I saw the gleam in her eye.

And she saw me looking at her, narrowed her eyes in ways only Clara can, and said "I have some Mommy?"

And I paused, and said no.

And again "I have some Mommy?"

And I paused. Shrugged and said "Sure, go ahead." She won't. She wouldn't.

She did.

And she liked it.

"I have some more Mommy, it's good."

I really didn't know what to think about that. My mind said "ew" my brain said "what's wrong with that" and my frugal side was busily thinking "wow, you could save even more money if you could make enough breast milk to feed Clara too......"

Nah.

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