Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Happy New Year, or not...


I wish you all the very best this year. I hope your life is full of love and all your dreams come true.

Baby Girl has a tooth, and Little Boy has stopped throwing up, I think. Both of them are fever-free at the moment, and that's the best I've had to report in over a week. The hamster is dead, and the cat is gloating. I'm actually sick of chocolate, but I didn't gain any weight over the holidays. That's because Baby Girl has forsaken solid food of any sort and reverted to being solely breast-fed, so I'm churning through a bazillion calories trying to keep us both fed. I'm Mommy, the food processor.

Writing? Maybe after I get the tree down, and convince Pebbles here to sleep in her crib. Someone needs to go to the grocery store, and it's getting really, really dusty in here. (cough) DH and I both really need to sleep.

These are the dark days, and if I didn't have them I wouldn't remember to be grateful for my truly, truly wonderful life.


Unknown said...

Hi Cindy!
I know how draining it is to be a mommy food processor. I breastfed my middle son until he was 11 months and had to stop because I couldn't keep up. I was exhausted. Would a soother help?

Drink lots! I'll be thinking of you!

Cindy said...

Hi Sara!

At the very least, frequent breastfeeding forces me to sit or lay down for a while, every now and then. That must be helping, even if it doesn't always seem like it.

Tried the soother, she has a very good arm. (G) Maybe she'll be a pitcher like her Mom used to be.

Tried formula, too, and no go. Won't drink anything from a bottle, but she'll take a sippy cup with water. Yesterday I figured out that if I'm eating something, she wants it - especially if it seems like something she shouldn't have. I'll be using that to my advantage today! We'll see.

Hope to drop by your blog soon!

Susan Adrian said...


Oh, yeah. I breastfed, though not exclusively of course, until Child was 2. Even when she was in daycare 3 days a week, she would not take a bottle...I had to run there from work to feed her. No bottles, of any kind. We tried them all. {sigh} They are dark days, but also sweet in retrospect, kinda. {s}

Mrs. Mitty said...

Oh, man, the hamster is dead? Again? I suspect the cat. {g}

It's good you can hang onto your perspective and see through the dark. You're right...and these days will go so fast. Hang in there!