Elizabeth turns 29 months today. I suddenly think she’s looking like Tommy and not me anymore. I think she’s losing her baby chub! =( She is still erratic in potty training, having either 0 or 6 accidents in a day. This week’s new phrases: “Thank you, Mommy!” (to everything–it is SO sweet!) and “No, I will NOT do X!” (even as she is doing it). Ah, the no-I-will-not stage…how I didn’t miss you this past year and a half…
Susanna is giggling a ton these days. We’ve successfully dropped the supplemental formula for just about two weeks now! This is a huge praise report. It took about 6 weeks of supplementing 2-6 ounces of formula/day, nursing every two hours, drinking tons of vile Mother’s Milk tea, eating oatmeal, keeping my calories up, and pumping at night, but just when I had given up and accepted that she’d just have to have an extra bottle before bed, my body finally kicked back into gear. The bummer is that she still seems to need the extra calories from the before-nap feedings, so when I just put her down during the day without them, she’s waking up hungry in the night. I don’t want to train her to need to be nursed to sleep (she sleeps so much longer when she puts herself to sleep), so we have to figure out what to do about that. I actually don’t care about giving her a bottle occasionally, as long as my milk supply is strong, but her diapers are so much nicer now that the formula is out of her system! Regardless, I’m grateful that my body is back to doing what it should be doing.
Tommy just came and told me that he wants to be a Robin Hood car man when he grows up. Nice. He’s currently singing songs from the Lyle the Kindly Viking Chick-fil-a CD. We’ve been talking about God being outside of time and the concept of infinity this week.
We went to the park in 100 degree heat yesterday. It’s true–dry heat is not as bad.