We're feeling VERY productive. It may be after midnight on a Thursday night, but all the food for shabbos is either made or marinating (or rising, in the case of my babka-to-be, but close enough). That will leave tomorrow for housecleaning and laundry.
The girl's right eye was a little blechy this evening. I don't think it's pinkeye, but maybe a clogged tear duct? Anyway, I got a mondo-bullseye squirt of mommy milk into her eye with a syringe (she didn't even cry a bit), which I'm hoping will help. And no I am NOT a hypochondriac nor am I one by proxy for my daughter - it's just always something with us!
She's a little congested too, but I won't go into any of the sniffly sneezy coughing details for you, because you'll just make fun of me.
And I won't mention the funky poops of late either.
She's back to eating so wonderfully though, thank God. She ate almost a whole banana for dinner tonight, and she polished off every bit of food I sent her with this morning. And then when we put her to bed tonight, she was too tired to nurse properly. I can understand that - I have days I'd rather sleep than eat too.
I reduced the resolution to try and bribe blogger into actually posting these pictures from the last week, and it finally worked. So enjoy!
Captions for the below:
1. Princess Yumminess surveys her kingdom from her royal pedestal, a.k.a. Mommy.
2. Her Highness takes a shloof. Note her royal scepter in hand, inherited from the Queen Mother before her. (True story: everyone who sees her holding that toy says, "Hey, I had one of those!" Indeed, it used to be mine, and apparently at the end of the 1970's Fisher-Price only made one toy!)
3. No, it's not a tooth - sorry!! (Actually, I'm not - I am NOT looking forward to the whole tooth thing!) It's just a curd of cottage cheese, which she had for the first time yesterday.
4. As blogged a couple days ago, Her Majesty is perfectly capable of removing her glass, I mean, leather slipper. She likes to chew on it too.
5. Prune and I
6 and 7. These are from last Friday when we let her roll around (clad in the Royal Diaper) with her new teddy bear. Not surprisingly, the tag was as big a draw as the bear itself.