New Toys

I bought a couch, a stroller and a Pooh backpack at a consignment sale. The toys went over way better then I ever thought they would.

Dance Machine

We took this video in early March. (It is amazing to see how much she has changed in just a month.) Peanut is pulling out all the dance moves. Her old teacher even said peanut "be showing me some moves. That girl can dance."

Back to Normal

Our health is back to what it should be putting everyone in the house in a good mood.

Our little girl is growing up so quickly. She has learned to blow kisses, click her tongue and go bla bla bla all in one weekend. Her parroting is becoming more frequent too (which means we really need to start watching our language). Her favorite words these days are hello (big change from hi), hot, and duck. She has also added bottle, shoe and various other words to her repertoire.

We made a new friend this week. His name is Sweet Peanut (SP). He is about 4 months older than Peanut. He is pretty funny to watch because he is like 2 peanuts rolled into one. Today on our hike, he was dusting peanuts back off. Then he decided to give her hug, which, of course, ended up with him knocking her down. When they got back up, he helped to dust her off again. It was so cute.

We had a big weekend. We went with Quinn to the zoo on Friday, and on a big hike with SP Saturday morning. Saturday evening peanut stayed up a whole 1.5 hours past her bedtime. We went to a party to celebrate 2 weddings. Peanut was on her best behavior running around (with only one shoe on because the other kept coming off) and smiling at everyone. People would try to talk or play with her but she would smile, switch directions and run away. Nothing was going to stop her. It was fun to see her act be so sweet and active.

You can see in these pictures she has two babies. When she fell in love with her koala, I bought her an extra one. One stays at daycare during the week but gets to come home for a washing on the weekends. You should see the look on her face when she is holding one baby and finds another one on the floor or in the washing basket. It is a look of total amazement. She just can't believe the world would be so good as to have TWO babies.

tick tock

I finished my concrete course. YAY. I am one step closer to my degree.

Now i just need to do all the paper work to register for graduation. IKES.

This Week - Not so good

This week didn't go so well.

Peanut is feeling better. She is sleeping through the night (almost) and is back to her chipper old self again.

But.... the antibiotic gave her the most horrible yeast rash that left open sores on her skin. I didn't realize that when treating the yeast you also needed to use a diaper barrier cream. She was screaming and crying every time she pooped, which was often because the antibiotic has given her some "issues". We got it worked out though, and she is all but healed. The rash is gone and the sores are going away. Poor girl. All of this because of a cold!

Then peanut drank comet. It wasn't much, and it didn't make her vomit. But, it did make her mouth turn green. Just joking. I asked her if it tasted like gasoline. I called the poison control people who were very nice. I'm sure I sounded awful because I really wasn't worried, but I was pretty annoyed. I think Mr. T. had gone out for the evening and I was getting a big dose of "IF I DON'T GET OUT OF HERE SOON I AM GOING TO HIT THE LIQUOR CABINET".

This weekend my friend's child turned two. The whole family was scheduled to go to the party, but we ended up having to leave Mr. T. home because he was praying to the porcelain god. Poor boy was so sick he couldn't even play on the internet. Did I mention peanut has also had some "issues" of her own.

yay, we used a lot of water this weekend.

He is better now, but I skipped the Baptism of a friend's child because I didn't want to spread our Mr. T. germs anymore than I already have. It was disappointing because I really love Baptisms. There is something about a whole group of people recognizing a baby and vowing to take care of him that makes me tear up. I felt the same at another friend's child's Brith. I know most people wouldn't make the comparison, but...

We are all feeling better today. Mr. T. is moving around the house slowly, but doing much better than he was the day before. It looks like peanut and I were able to escape with only a small stomach ache.

Welcome Andrew

Andrew Davis was born March 7th. He weighed in at 8 lbs 15 ounces and 21 inches long. He is an amazing baby who has been really easy on his mom and dad.

He is perfect, but I would expect nothing less from my friend's child.

Weanher

I think I am going to start actively weaning. Next week, I am not bringing the pump to work. Over the last two weeks, I have added whole milk to peanut's milk. In spite of her being sick, she drank it down. It makes me sad to think about weaning and scares me a little to start. It isn't something that I am totally ready to dump, but after 14 months, it is time I free myself of the pump. It will making field trips and meetings a lot less of a hassle. It scares me to stop because I know that this is the beginning of the end of her being my little bitty baby who depends on me for everything.

I thought pumping would be much more of a hassle than it is. I guess I started off on the right foot by having a friend to pump with for about 4 months. I see the pumping time as my time. I go downstairs to the nurses station, pop open my Runner's World and think about other things as I make milk for my baby. Afterwards, I eat some chocolate and talk with the nurses before heading back up to my desk. It is a nice break in the morning.

I think that sometime mid summer, I will drop the midday feeding. That will leave me with only 2 feedings, one at night and onish in the morning. (I say oneish because I still give her a little drink at night and early early in the morning.) I will keep on like that until I get knocked up (not planning now), and then ween her entirely.

I really do enjoy nursing my baby. It is a very special for the two of us to just lay there and cuddle. I guess I never realize when I started how much enjoyment and benefit I would get from it. Once we worked out all the kinks, it was one of the best choices I have made as a mom. Even bloody nipples (3 TIMES) couldn't put a damper on my desire to nurse. But now, now I need to let her grow up a little. I need to have my own space.

sigh....