I never thought he'd come around, but Ty has finally accepted the bottle and will now take 6 oz of formula at once (as opposed to 1/1000000th of an ounce when we first started this campaign). So we are now at 2 formula feeds and 3 breast feeds a day. This week, I'll cut out one more. Sigh...
My little punkin is growing up so fast! Crawling, standing, climbing stairs (!!!!!!) and not even 9 months old yet! I think (curses!) that he will walk early...Phoenix walked just after his first birthday and Keegs was about 15 months (took extra time to lug around his baby fat). Oh the joys! The joys! I hope Ty is as proficient at potty-training as he is at climbing stairs!
Still no relief for my hands...thanks to those who e-mailed me suggestions of Aveeno and Glaxal Base. Nuthin'. But worth a shot, I suppose. Still taking suggestions, so if you have any, please comment.
I want to get on record that I am NOT COMPLAINING, before I make the following notation. (This is to ensure that I do not curse myself). I just wanted to comment on the bizarre weather around here. I have lived in Ontario for most of my life (with the exception of 3 1/2 years in Nova Scotia), and I have never experienced a winter like this. I think I've used the shovel once. Snowblower, same deal. The most I've had to do is sweep my front porch of snow-dust. Again, no complaints here. But weird, when usually we've had at least 5 or 6 huge dumpings by mid-February. Phoenix says that we got ripped-off with winter this year, and from a kid-perspective, I'd have to agree. But to Mother Nature from me, thanks girlfriend! I know you see me lugging three kids on the school run, and have kept it clear for me. You go, girl!
On a totally separate note, to my bud Lea, who recently encountered some pain during her first downhill skiing adventure, don't give up! I waited until my third knee-dislocating fall before I finally gave up skiing (on doctor's orders). So, go go go go go!!!!! Other than the occasional pain, it's a lot of fun!
Anyway, I suppose it's time to go and seek out plans for dinner, and maybe put away the 300 loads of laundry that are piled 5 feet high in my baskets... ttfn.