I had a heck of a time waking up this morning. My body was sure enjoying sleeping and wanted to keep doing just that. And I realized that, hey, I never heard Evie cry last night!
Score.
The night weaning is a slow process, two steps forward and one step back… but it gets there eventually. I have no idea when Evie will wean full stop. I imagine she’s gotta get the hang of drinking out of a cup first. That would probably help. And I will admit that I haven’t pushed it as I probably should be doing.
But then, she’s my last. And this is the last time I’ll nurse a baby. And you’ll have to excuse me if I’m not in a huge hurry to put this all behind me. I will stop short of nursing her in preschool, I promise.
Anyhow, here I sit, sipping a cup of coffee and reading through my message board and checking everyone’s status on Facebook. “Sid the Science Kid” is blathering on about germs in the background and Evie is playing with one of Liam’s trucks while Liam arranges a line of cars on the back of the couch.
The garbage man has picked up the trash for the week but the recycling is sitting out, waiting for it’s turn. I have a knitting project half done sitting on my lap and many projects piling up behind it. I’m busy busy busy with the knitting and I love every minute of it. I’m looking forward to my next project which will include many colors of stripes. It will be both fun and a challenge.
The dogs are snoozing on a pile of blankets on the couch. My thoughts are drifting to tonight and the “Lost” season finale that will assuredly knock my socks off. I’m both looking forward to it and dreading it because it means no “Lost” until next winter. BUMMER.
Liam is upset about something and I have no idea what. He started crying while he was playing and is looking at me to fix it. If only I knew what “it” was. “Super Why” coming on the television seems to have distracted him for the moment. Evie gnaws on a toy headset. This coffee tastes damned good.
It’s a Wednesday. Half the week done, half the week to go. I’m praying for an easy day today. And now I’m off to change a diaper (that was Liam’s problem, turns out).
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Yes… coffee. I think I’ll go to starbucks and let Elizabeth order for me. It’s SO cute!!! “Macchiato, prease?”
You know, I love nursing my little one still, and she’ll be two in July. I’m essentially a lazy parent, and nursing is just so darn good at calming tempers, and helping her sleep, and just for connecting with her. It’s good for her, and for me too, but when it really comes down to it, I just like it! But the nighttime nursing DOES have to go, and I’m calling it a success now, since she is sleeping all night. I’d add a “finally” to that, except that she was a good sleeper until she turned one, and then it was all downhill from there. So yeah, I’m blabbing about breastfeeding. I also like to blab about cloth diapers. Sometimes I feel like such a hippie.