upon a chicken wishbone....
So, TPJ wished that Peter would be good. And whaddya know, this week, Peter made MUCH better choices. Of course, the teacher in me came out, and I made up reward and discipline charts. Yeah, it made a difference. Nothing like good old behaviour modification and management!
Our a/c is now fixed. Life is good. Well, at least cooler. I can now put on my socks at night, after I moisturize my feet! It was too hot to do that. I hate sweaty feet, ya know?
I'm so tired right now. I can't get Starbuck on a good sleeping pattern at night. She went from sleeping for 7 hours to sleeping for 3. I'm beat. I was talking to neighbors who have 7 month old twins. Their twins are sleeping for 10 hours straight. They're on formula. They said that their first child never slept that well, and she was exclusively breast fed. All of my friends babies are sleeping through the night, and they're all on formula.
Of course this discourages me, as my goal is to make it to 6 months for breastfeeding. But in the back of my mind, this little voice keeps saying "Switch to formula and you'll get a decent night's sleep--- especially since if you switch, Aaron can feed her in the night." Which, he can feed her anyhow, since I pump milk. So that voice isn't entirely truthful. And when we tried formula, the poor girl had a tummy ache ALL night long. I don't want to put her through that again. Really.
I have to go to the dr. tomorrow. My tendons hurt after I exercise. Yes, I stretch. But they hurt to put my heels down, and since I had to have my tendons lengthened when I was 3, I'm gonna get this checked out. It's so bad that when I get up to walk after sitting down, I feel like I'm crippled and like my tendons are being ripped apart. Aaron kept suggesting that I call the dr. When they started to hurt like that, I figured maybe he was right. :)
I'm trying to think if there's anything funny that's happened lately. OH! My friend, Mellie, who lives 16 hours away and is my breastfeeding guru, called me today. Starbuck had been on a nursing strike, and I called Mellie earlier in the week, nearly in tears. She called today to check up on us. She said, "It's your Breast Friend, Mel." I cracked up. It was terrific. Get it?
I'm trying to find some simple knit tank dresses, or t shirt dresses. Anyone know where I can find some for cheap? You'd think they'd be easy to find. Maybe I should commission a friend to make them for me. But none of my friends have any more time than I do. Dilemmas.
"Whenever I eat a popsicle, I feel dirty inside, Mommy." This from TPJ, as he hands me the rest of his popsicle. Fortunately, I feel no such thing when I eat a popsicle! HA!