Well, Ed is a month old. He's mostly good, and he slept 4 hours in a row last night after I nursed him for an hour and then gave him 3 oz of formula. Oh, and that was after the other hour long feeding before Shelly held him for half an hour because Dot was screaming instead of sleeping like a good girl. Talk about good birth control. I'm sooooo done. So anyways, while i'm on the couch feeding this one because he's growing like a weed,
Dot is in the kitchen helping herself to a little formula. She's currently licking the measuring spoon, but when i walked in she was licking it off her toes. The (not so) funny thing is, is that I suddenly don't care. I think i'm past caring now, as long as she's not throwing a tantrum.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
kids. (exasperated sigh and rolling eyes)
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I think you call the not caring "survival mode" If it's not going to kill or even harm her there's no harm done aside from the fact the formula is kind of expensive. Otherwise, you just roll with it. But it's good to write these things down so you can tell her later about all her crazy antics!
Hee hee! Just consider it her daily vitamin...think of all the calcium and nutrients! :)
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