Now that it's winter, I'm cooking again. I made a weird chicken stew the other day that was so unremarkable, I didn't eat it. It's hard to have interesting food on a budget. Everyone else liked it, but I think I am just sick to DEATH of chicken. I could live on sea creatures the rest of my life. Unfortunately, the mercury would probably shorten that somehow. Isn't there ANYTHING we can eat without worrying about it poisoning us?
J is doing well on his gluten-free diet, and has healed enough to actually have an appetite again. I got so used to not really having to feed him much that its taken a while to get back in the habit, but we're doing much better.
C is walking, and helping out, and a teency bit better in the car. She still outshines her brother in the sleep area, but being my child, is by no means one of those babies you read about. I keep meaning to nightwean, but she'll get sick, or a holiday pops up, or the dreaded 18-month developmental spurt/sleep regression that it keep getting pushed further away.
I nightweaned J when he was about 21 months. He had finally gotten all his teeth, and spontaneously slept 5 hour stretches on his own for several nights, so I figured he was ready. It only took three days, but he still woke up twice a night or so for another year. Blegh. I'm guessing I'll wait that long for C, also, since that's when the 18 month thing usually is over.
I promise the next post will be more coherent. And maybe even about food!
Thanks for reading,
Anne
