So it appears that Chico may be having some gassy issues when I consume dairy products. It may be coincidence, but after last night, I’m taking a break from the milk and cheese. That’s right, the bulk of my diet.
What do people eat instead of cheese?
I kid. Sort of.
C turned off the heaters in the living room/dining room (main area) last night. I didn’t even realize until I was told. I really wish we had some way of seeing how much oil/less oil we’re using. It’s so frustrating to have no idea. The other upside, though, is that it seems as though the building has been keeping it a bit cooler than in past years. I’m hoping it holds for the rest of the winter. I have some weatherstripping to do today, and our insulating curtains came, so maybe we can see if it’s tolerable to have the bedroom heater off as well. That would leave only Lucy’s on, which I would estimate as at least a 50% reduction from American average (under the theory that we’d have turned off 75% of our heaters but have no idea how much oil it takes to heat this space up.) I’m back to excited!
We brought in reinforcements on the Lucy situation (called Grandma) and managed to get her calmed down enough to go to the 2nd Thanksgiving. She ran around with her cousin and huge red circles around her bloodshot eyes, finally passing out in the car 20 minutes from home and having to be carried into bed, where she slept until morning. Last night, no fights. She was asleep by a little after 7 and didn’t wake up until 7:15 this morning. Thank insert deity here. Sometimes kids are absolutely miserable little creatures. Still, I’m glad to have *my* Lucy back.
Speaking of sleep, Chico slept from 11 to 3:35 last night, which means I did as well! It was truly glorious, except for the ensuing ache from going so long without nursing. There’s always a trade-off with kids, isn’t there? He’s absolutely adorable, though, and really working on holding his head up. I mean, really working it. He barely lays his head down unless it’s in between lifts or he’s trying to nurse on my collarbone. At one month old, his favorite things to look at are his sister and lights, the fancier the better. Favorites are the bedside lamp with the red shade and the hall light at my MIL’s with the etching. His little mouth opens in awe, and his eyes get wide, until he can’t take the stimulation anymore and he collapses in wails. I spent so much time watching Lucy for signs of heart failure at this age that I think I really missed out on appreciating a lot of the normal development. It’s so nice to get to focus on that this time.
At some point I’ll have to look at how tough it is to compare the early weeks of the two because every once in a while I feel really guilty about things I do with Chico that I didn’t with Lucy, like when she asked me if his diapers were hers when she was a baby and I had to tell her we used disposables. That, coupled with having him in (what I’m sure she remembers as her place) our bed and her in her own bed…it’s tough, and I know she has to grow up at some point, but I feel bad for her sometimes. It’s tough being the oldest, no matter how much you love the little one, and it sucks having to share the attention. Hell, I’m 34 and I still hate sharing attention. She’s doing so well, though, freak out aside, and just this morning came into bed to hold her brother’s hand and talk to him while I went to the bathroom. When I came back in, she looked at me and said, ‘He’s exactly how I wanted him to be, he looks just how I wanted him to and he feels just how I thought he would. I love him.’
And now I have to wait for my work to arrive today. Turns out it isn’t so much editing as it is writing, and so I will likely be pretty scarce ’round these parts until it’s done. In January. I’m also working on C”s uncle’s book. Which is probably why I have blog-diarrhea this morning–gotta make room for the next batch of craziness.
And all this without dairy. Say it ain’t so!
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