Thoughts on a Sunny Day
It’s finally warming up. That’s a funny statement on many levels—mostly because the “cold” we’ve been having hasn’t been colder than low-40s, with most afternoons getting into the low-50s. But to this Californian—and by “Californian” I’m referring to the fact that my blood, now thin as water after two and half years, makes me so—it’s been cold, cold, cold. I can’t seem to warm up. It could be because it’s rained nearly every day for two weeks, making everything damp and chilly, or because I can’t seem to stop losing weight. (It was fun to fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans again…and now they once again don’t fit—for the opposite reason). Whatever the case, Skeleton Mommy here is quite glad to see the sun for the second day in a row.
I think Lucia is going through a growth spurt. Once a through-the-night sleeper, she’s now waking up twice to eat. And she’s been fussy the past couple of days, refusing to breastfeed—I think she’s just so hungry she wants a no-work-needed bottle. This makes my days somewhat chaotic, as I have to juggle a baby with pumping, but we seem to be back on track today.
Lucia is still thrilled with her new trick of blowing spit bubbles, and she’s more smiley than ever. She also has a cute new way of staring to wriggle and smile excitedly when she catches sight of us when she’s in her crib or bassinet, as though we’ve made her the happiest baby in the world by coming to pick her up. And she seems to be enjoying our nightly story time, even though it sometimes winds up with Andrew reading the story out loud to himself while I try to calm her crying. Last night, however, she really seemed into Bedtime for Frances; she was actually studying the illustrations.
Our “marriage class” last week was fine. We heard about what makes a good marriage, and got a handout about natural family planning. Then we answered 165 questions about our relationship, which we’ll be discussing with the deacon in the weeks to come. I certainly hope the survey proves we’re compatible.
Not much to blog about these days—the dreary (cold!) weather has sapped my energy a bit. Got to get back to it.
I think Lucia is going through a growth spurt. Once a through-the-night sleeper, she’s now waking up twice to eat. And she’s been fussy the past couple of days, refusing to breastfeed—I think she’s just so hungry she wants a no-work-needed bottle. This makes my days somewhat chaotic, as I have to juggle a baby with pumping, but we seem to be back on track today.
Lucia is still thrilled with her new trick of blowing spit bubbles, and she’s more smiley than ever. She also has a cute new way of staring to wriggle and smile excitedly when she catches sight of us when she’s in her crib or bassinet, as though we’ve made her the happiest baby in the world by coming to pick her up. And she seems to be enjoying our nightly story time, even though it sometimes winds up with Andrew reading the story out loud to himself while I try to calm her crying. Last night, however, she really seemed into Bedtime for Frances; she was actually studying the illustrations.
Our “marriage class” last week was fine. We heard about what makes a good marriage, and got a handout about natural family planning. Then we answered 165 questions about our relationship, which we’ll be discussing with the deacon in the weeks to come. I certainly hope the survey proves we’re compatible.
Not much to blog about these days—the dreary (cold!) weather has sapped my energy a bit. Got to get back to it.
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