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Borboleta--aaaaahhhh!!!! Taxes!!!!!! Luckily OH does them. I earn so little that I get it all back, and then he uses MY return to pay down how much he owes. Which is fine (and actually necessary), but sometimes, just sometimes, I'd like my own money, other than the pittance I make at the university and the baby bonus checks I get which go to J's education fund anyway. OH doesn't give me an allowance; he just pays off my credit cards at the end of the month, but still...
Oh, poor little T! My heart broke reading what you wrote. And poor you guys, as well. It must be so hard! I used to be afraid of the same thing: J getting addicted to the painkillers because he was so excited when we broke them out, but I think he just knew it meant relief from the pain. I think this is the only (but it is a big one) bonus to J's coming in so very very slowly. But your doc is right about incisors. They just frickin' won't come in! They're there: you can feel them, but they won't descend! I've been able to see one of J's for MONTHS.
That's good to know about the straw cup; that was the only thing keeping me from getting it. I'll go to BRU and find it; I just went to, granted, a HUGE grocery store that sells way more than groceries, but they aren't dedicated to babies. But we appear to have something good going on with the bottles and the milk; I've been giving him pure milk and warming it up before nap/bedtime. And, I had totally forgotten that milk has an enzyme that helps you sleep! Anyway, he is accepting the milk, without the formula, so we're halfway there! I'll worry about bottles later. The big problem was accepting milk, and now he is.
Angel--it sounds like such a lovely visit with your mum! My mum and I just decided an hour ago that she's coming at the end of this month, once all my marks are in, and I'm so happy. OH is going to take that time to go skiing in the Rockies for a few days, so we'll have the run of the house.
As for Marbella, or at least where my Grandmother lived, it was gorgeous. I've yet to see anything as beautiful. They had a lovely house (there was even a tower!) and pool, and orange and lemon trees, and if you looked to the right, you could see the mountains, and if you looked to the left, you could see the ocean. Have you been to the Alhambra? If you ever make it out there again, you should go there; I think your artistic sensibilities would quite appreciate it!
As for the bread, my BLW cookbook suggests putting it in the oven on broil, and just quickly toasting one side only. You're then to use the soft side (I think--I actually never remember which side so I'll check it out) to put whatever you want to put on it, and the toasted side stops it from sticking. Again--I think. Let me get back to you about which side to use.
I can't believe you got the same eggs! Who thinks these are a good idea??? Apparently J's cousin loved them at the age of one, but J shows no interest, and I can't even find all the pieces to even put it away properly.
And re: dressing. I am just like you. The postman (in other words, the Amazon Prime delivery man!) is used to me by now, I think, as J is always running around in the background yelling "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" so I think it's obvious what's causing my dishevelled state. I can't even pull my hair back anymore because it's too short. Though I did find the most amazing thing the other day: Dry Shampoo! Who knew? I've always used baby powder (as I am no stranger to greasy hair and needing to go somewhere with no time to wash it), but this... The inventor deserves a Nobel Prize.
Boob-wise, I wear a bra night and day because I hate the feeling of my breasts sagging against my skin. And if it worked for Elizabeth Taylor...
SK--hollow eggs and bunnies drive me NUTS, and always have. What's the point? I'm so sorry that there is such a lack of proper easter chocolate there. Next year I'll send you a proper bunny.
Your husband needs a "come to Jesus moment," I think, where he finally wakes up and realizes he's been living in a fantasy land. It's too bad that you don't have relatives around so you can take off for a weekend or something and leave F with OH, just as he does with you. Did he tell you he intended to stay so long at his mother's?
Continued Today:
Leeze--First, I'm so glad you had such fun at the farm! I think I missed how it works; is it your own farm? And, "cockerel"! What a great word! Multi-syllabic indeed! I don't think the ducks are back from their winter stay down south, but when they're back and the snow is gone, I'm now going to take him to feed and chase ducks. What a great idea! K must have loved it! And second--SIX teeth? How many more do you have to go? And why is J not getting any? Does he not have anymore than 8? Absolutely nothing is moving in that mouth. Except his lips and his tongue...
Ten Little Ladybugs--I'm on it! Thank you. Did you get the No No Yes Yes book? J LOVES it. Or rather, loved it. Can you believe he's off of books again? That was all of 4-5 months of obsession, and now, he'll bring over a few occasionally, but it's not a constant occurrence anymore. He's working intensely on his "tunes" right now, though. He keeps lugging the xylophone around the house and putting it on different surfaces. He seems to be looking for something with good reverb, and something that is at the perfect height for him to really rock that thing.
Borboleta--a fever?! Oh no! And here are some for little T: How high is it? I'm sorry your night was so miserable, too.
Okay, have to go for now, but will be back!
Borboleta--aaaaahhhh!!!! Taxes!!!!!! Luckily OH does them. I earn so little that I get it all back, and then he uses MY return to pay down how much he owes. Which is fine (and actually necessary), but sometimes, just sometimes, I'd like my own money, other than the pittance I make at the university and the baby bonus checks I get which go to J's education fund anyway. OH doesn't give me an allowance; he just pays off my credit cards at the end of the month, but still...
Oh, poor little T! My heart broke reading what you wrote. And poor you guys, as well. It must be so hard! I used to be afraid of the same thing: J getting addicted to the painkillers because he was so excited when we broke them out, but I think he just knew it meant relief from the pain. I think this is the only (but it is a big one) bonus to J's coming in so very very slowly. But your doc is right about incisors. They just frickin' won't come in! They're there: you can feel them, but they won't descend! I've been able to see one of J's for MONTHS.
That's good to know about the straw cup; that was the only thing keeping me from getting it. I'll go to BRU and find it; I just went to, granted, a HUGE grocery store that sells way more than groceries, but they aren't dedicated to babies. But we appear to have something good going on with the bottles and the milk; I've been giving him pure milk and warming it up before nap/bedtime. And, I had totally forgotten that milk has an enzyme that helps you sleep! Anyway, he is accepting the milk, without the formula, so we're halfway there! I'll worry about bottles later. The big problem was accepting milk, and now he is.
Angel--it sounds like such a lovely visit with your mum! My mum and I just decided an hour ago that she's coming at the end of this month, once all my marks are in, and I'm so happy. OH is going to take that time to go skiing in the Rockies for a few days, so we'll have the run of the house.
As for Marbella, or at least where my Grandmother lived, it was gorgeous. I've yet to see anything as beautiful. They had a lovely house (there was even a tower!) and pool, and orange and lemon trees, and if you looked to the right, you could see the mountains, and if you looked to the left, you could see the ocean. Have you been to the Alhambra? If you ever make it out there again, you should go there; I think your artistic sensibilities would quite appreciate it!
As for the bread, my BLW cookbook suggests putting it in the oven on broil, and just quickly toasting one side only. You're then to use the soft side (I think--I actually never remember which side so I'll check it out) to put whatever you want to put on it, and the toasted side stops it from sticking. Again--I think. Let me get back to you about which side to use.
I can't believe you got the same eggs! Who thinks these are a good idea??? Apparently J's cousin loved them at the age of one, but J shows no interest, and I can't even find all the pieces to even put it away properly.
And re: dressing. I am just like you. The postman (in other words, the Amazon Prime delivery man!) is used to me by now, I think, as J is always running around in the background yelling "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" so I think it's obvious what's causing my dishevelled state. I can't even pull my hair back anymore because it's too short. Though I did find the most amazing thing the other day: Dry Shampoo! Who knew? I've always used baby powder (as I am no stranger to greasy hair and needing to go somewhere with no time to wash it), but this... The inventor deserves a Nobel Prize.
Boob-wise, I wear a bra night and day because I hate the feeling of my breasts sagging against my skin. And if it worked for Elizabeth Taylor...
SK--hollow eggs and bunnies drive me NUTS, and always have. What's the point? I'm so sorry that there is such a lack of proper easter chocolate there. Next year I'll send you a proper bunny.
Your husband needs a "come to Jesus moment," I think, where he finally wakes up and realizes he's been living in a fantasy land. It's too bad that you don't have relatives around so you can take off for a weekend or something and leave F with OH, just as he does with you. Did he tell you he intended to stay so long at his mother's?
Continued Today:
Leeze--First, I'm so glad you had such fun at the farm! I think I missed how it works; is it your own farm? And, "cockerel"! What a great word! Multi-syllabic indeed! I don't think the ducks are back from their winter stay down south, but when they're back and the snow is gone, I'm now going to take him to feed and chase ducks. What a great idea! K must have loved it! And second--SIX teeth? How many more do you have to go? And why is J not getting any? Does he not have anymore than 8? Absolutely nothing is moving in that mouth. Except his lips and his tongue...
Ten Little Ladybugs--I'm on it! Thank you. Did you get the No No Yes Yes book? J LOVES it. Or rather, loved it. Can you believe he's off of books again? That was all of 4-5 months of obsession, and now, he'll bring over a few occasionally, but it's not a constant occurrence anymore. He's working intensely on his "tunes" right now, though. He keeps lugging the xylophone around the house and putting it on different surfaces. He seems to be looking for something with good reverb, and something that is at the perfect height for him to really rock that thing.
Borboleta--a fever?! Oh no! And here are some for little T: How high is it? I'm sorry your night was so miserable, too.
Okay, have to go for now, but will be back!