Angel--oh my dear, I really wish I could help you out.
Did it go better last night? (Must be nice for your OH to get to live without anxiety...)
Re: kissing--oh, it is just to die for. Yesterday I was sitting with him eating breakfast, and I looked up and he "gave" me two kisses! He pursed his lips while looking at me and made a "mmm-wah!" sound while un-pursing them. Then he smiled this huge proud smile, and again, I just melted.
Re: sippy cups--I thought J would never get the hang of them, even at just a bit earlier than the twins' age, until I read somewhere that you should just give it to them as a toy to play with (they said empty, but I filled it--seemed counterproductive if it was empty). J had a few lying about and eventually, after playing with them, and us holding them to his mouth and tipping them up, he suddenly could use one, no problem. Out of the blue. The theory behind it is not only do they have to know what it does (allow them to drink), but they have to learn the muscle movement in the arms, hands and wrist behind it and
build that muscle, which is why just playing with a spill proof one with water in it works so well. And I really thought J was a lost cause. I bought FIVE different types to see if one would finally work. In the end, they all worked because he figured out how to use each one while we weren't looking.
Leeze--which Heads and Shoulders? There are a lot, and I figure I'd go with one that already has good "reviews" from another one year old.
And
for walking. Congrats to both of you! And "man flu" was exactly what I expected. OH is the biggest baby in the world when it comes to a cold.
Storm--Wow!
That's incredible how little L can communicate her needs to you! And that she wants her cot! Yay! What a smart little cookie you have there!
And I hope you get through this day. I'm sending you virtual hugs.
I also hope your family is okay, as well, today.
Rowan--oh, I want an iPad so, so, so badly! But, again, still no reason for one... Plus, it is one expensive toy. My mum had to buy me my iPhone so she could FaceTime with J, so an iPad is totally out of the question. BUT I WANT ONE!!! Just to inform you all early, should you get it into your heads that you want to go in together for a birthday present for me, my birthday is July 21, but I do accept gifts earlier.
Borboleta--You must always get so much attention when you go out with T! He is really going to be a soccer player, I think! Oh, that brings me to a general question...
Question for all--seeing as T is obviously going to be the next Pele, what do you think your LOs will do, either as a serious hobby, or professionally? Music is J's thing, so I think he'll pick up the guitar as soon as he can. He's also "rockin' out" these days, sitting on Thomas, hitting the button that plays the theme song, and shaking his head like a head banger!
He's also now "singing," which means walking around with his ukulele, plucking strings and going: "Oo oo ooo ooo oo ooooo." I just hope it's a hobby--we can barely support ourselves--I'm not going to be 70 and taking in an unemployed musician!
Claire--that is the most phenomenal cake!!! Please tell me you do this professionally, because if you don't, you must must must. Is it fondant that you're using to create everything?
As for the antibiotics' side effects, you must have been so worried! Poor little Lucy! So, did she get enough antibiotics at least to fight off the infection? Or is it still there?
Re: my sister--she finally phoned me yesterday so I was able to talk to her first hand and try to suss out what was going on. I think she was phoning for someone to encourage her to give up on BF because the midwife is still pushing at least combi-feeding. I said to just look at J and how hale and healthy he is, and pointed out that had also hit all of his milestones appropriately, so he certainly isn't at a disadvantage because we FF. Then I added, "as mothers, we need to do the best for our children. And right now, the best is that G eats." She seemed to really like that thought, as if it helped assuage her guilt in some way. I think that tomorrow, when this so-called feeding "marathon" is over, she'll start bottle feeding. I just hope the MW doesn't get in the way again. And yes,
Angel, exactly--she doesn't take advice from me at all (it makes her incredibly angry for some reason), so the fact that she was actually listening to me is pretty significant. And I don't mean "listening to me" as in doing what I say, I mean actually, physically listening to me, instead of screaming down the phone to make me stop talking. She then complained about the feeding and her now overweight body. She has PCOS, too, but has managed to keep it in control, weight-wise, because she loves to work out. But now, after 9 months, the PCOS caught up with her, and she's devastated. She actually said: "Nobody told me that this would happen to my body!" And she wasn't joking. She was really surprised that her body would change, and it also sounds like she would now not have had the baby if she had known this. So no,
Borbolea, she learned absolutely nothing about "what to expect" from any book out there, because she didn't read any of them.
SK--they both knew nothing about taking care of a newborn because they read up on nothing. And, my sister won't take advice from the people closest to her.
I just had a totally passive aggressive argument with my husband. I am having pretty bad pelvis pain right now, and NEED to rest it. Last night I couldn't sleep because it hurt so much. Now, my husband is taking J through a car wash (because they are so much fun) and mentioned something about shopping later. I said that'd be great if he could take J for a (long-ish) while--I can't do much with him right now. And OH's answer was the most passive aggressive "okay" I've heard in a long time. So I got mad at him for making me feel guilty about the pain AND for asking for help. We all know--it's quite simple. I rest it, it's better. If I keep up mummy duties all day long, it'll stay as bad as it is right now, and this is good for no one. Why on earth can't you just push him in the stroller at the mall while doing some errands which you intended on doing today anyway?
It's times like above when
I break down crying. I can't help it; when the pain gets bad, then I can't do anything with J, but I still do it, because it has to be done. And then the pain gets worse, and I sit there, dreading the moment my child needs me again. And my OH makes me feel even worse, because if he doesn't help me today, for one day, I'm going to be in a lot pain for a lot longer, and he's already expressed his displeasure at having to help me out. He has no idea what it is like, associating your child with pain instead of with just being tired.
Okay, I'm going to continue this pity party now...