Nicole, yuck to working on Saturday! and your Labor Day is not sounding very good.
Annie, eat eat eat! Everyone will be happier if you do, even if they complain while you're taking the time to eat. Sometimes eating is a nuisance. It seems like just when we're about to do something interesting, we have to worry about the next meal. But, it is important. You're eating for three, holy cow! That's a big job.
Joyce, you could go to Calgary for good air and oil jobs. But brrrr! There are lots of cities in Texas that most people like better than Houston, too.
Karen, you're disqualified on the thinking-mama-isolation discussion. Your neighborhood is exceptional, where crunchy is the norm and your washer and dryer are outside.
Pam, that's hilarious about your dream!
Wow Lisa, your kitchen is quite a job. I hope your DH gets his rear in gear.
You sound very industrious with the crib net and the sweater. Good job on the crib net! And congrats to Laurenzilla for climbing off the bed correctly.
Andy, congrats on the orange stole. It sounds pretty.
Az, The end of the month is almost here. Is your mom closing or not? If not, I liked the idea of moving in with her. That'll get her to close quickly.
Mama cloth - since you're allergic to the sposies, do you now plan to use it monthly? I have some I could send you. (I went a little crazy with my "must try many different kinds" frenzy.) It is slightly used, only postpartum.
Karen, I'm cracking up about Luka's poo story.
Saturday night in the bath, Evelyn was farting and starting to look serious. I called DH to bring the towel and get her out ("Hurry hurry she's going to poop"), but he was a little slow. She dropped a present into the bath for me, and then there was more for the towel, and it was a mess, and we had to get right back in the tub (with fresh water).
Good idea about the mom gift swap. I'm in for that.
Happy seven months to Bea!
Jeni, if you're ambivalent about solids, then give her the sweet potato but make her put it in her own mouth. That's my compromise when I'm not sure whether Evelyn should have something: if she can feed herself, she can have it. Usually the food winds up smeared evenly across her tray, with some on her face and arms and hair and very little in her mouth.
Ooo IKEA. Joyce, if you're there, I want a clippy light. They don't have 'em around here, except one really crappy one at Target that doesn't clip and doesn't light.
Annie, happy anniversary. You both forgot? Sad.
Congrats to Laura on having a life today.
$20 is a good limit, alth if it's something we have lying around, that could be a little flexible.
Pam, these posts of yours will be good reference material for whoever gets your name or Geneva's on the gift exchanges.
Oh wait, you said you can't do it. Y'know, the $ is an upper limit; it could just be something you have around the house, like extra baby clothing. But then, you have to pay shipping from Canada.
Poor you and poor Abby on the nursing conflicts.
I'm sorry it is so hard.
Lisa, condolences to all of us on your lost post. I'm not promising anything homemade! It takes me months to knit a scarf, and that's about the extent of my crafty skills. Unless someone wants a painting. But I can shop!
Gah, so much to tell y'all and no time. No time for pumping this morning, even. But I pumped in the middle of the night because she rejected the engorged breast
Reminder to self:
birthday presents from DH
Thanks for the happy birthdays!
Az, you found what test?
I'd pump in my cube before pumping in the bathroom, and force everyone around me to deal with the noise. Eventually they'd have to give me a place. But I'm immodest that way.
Lisa, congrats on progress!
Az, was the milk sour?