cutest baby ever

behold the evidence:

nursing update

Abby and I have tried the nursing thing. I really wanted her to have the immune, etc. boost breast milk gives. Plus, what could be more natural or cheaper? Isn't the human animal amazing that we can not only create but sustain new life?

However, it hasn't gone well. Abby wouldn't take to it and, though we've worked on it for two-and-a-half months with slow, steady progress, it still isn't working. Last week, after a particularly stunning feed (good, I mean), things went downhill. She rejects the breast every time. Instead of bursting into tears and blaming myself for terrible mothering, I've taken this as a sign that it's time to move to formula. Abby'll still get milk because of my fabulous Medela Pump in Style, but that's probably a limited time option. So, Similac, here's to you--I doubt you're doing poorly in this economy.

On a related note, if anyone reading this is willing to be signed up on the Similac site, you'll get coupons for formula in the mail that I could so use. Let me know.

mini-vacation

The title could be taken in multiple ways--we've had several unexpected snow days and got to sit around in our jim-jams. Today, we're chillin with the London Connors. The Neon has gone kaput and we're buying a brand new hybrid to replace it. Abby's napping with Grandma right now.

smile time

I should have noted this long before now, but Abby smiles all the time now. When she recognizes me or her daddy or Cat the babysitter and now her grandparents, she smiles really big, crinkling up her eyes. Sometimes she makes delighted cooing noises. It's all worth it.

In mothering news, I find myself asking rhetorical questions about the weather and the color of things when I'm by myself. Weird.