I’m through with the domperidone, and not sure whether the milk supply has taken a hit yet, but am hoping that having the drug out of my system will improve my hormonal outlook.
Post partum hair loss has set in. If only weight loss were as easy as hair loss.
I hit the jackpot with this bundle of babyliciousness. He has the best disposition. When he’s hungry, he kicks his legs a certain way –alternating, like running or cycling. When he’s playing in his bouncy seat, he kicks his legs another way, in unison, to get the seat bouncing. He can really get it going. Such a smartie! When our eyes meet he bursts into a giant radiant slobbery smile that melts me to the core. When he’s tired he flails and squirms until I give him his pacifier, then he contendedly burrows his face to one side or the other, settles in and goes to sleep. Lately he’s been studying his hands; he’s figuring out that they’re attached to his arms, and trying to make them do his will. It’s amazing, really, to watch this learning take place. He’s discovering his voice, which has the most gorgeous resonance. I hope he will be interested in music!
It is a winter nightmare wonderland around here. While the snow is quite pretty, and there is a glorious bite to the crisp crisp air, I simply can’t bring myself to drive on the icy roads if it’s not absolutely necessary. So I’m holed up in my house, still, and feeling a bit gypped with this so-called vacation. Whine, whine, whine. We’re nearly out of milk, so I have to decide whether it’s worth a venture out. I could get out of the driveway without sliding the van into the truck, but getting the van safely back in the garage is another story. Our cul-de-sac is very short on actual curb space, so street parking is almost impossible.
Snow is great fun for those who don’t have to drive in it, though!
I’m the world’s worst cookie maker. I followed the recipes, and instructions, for both gingerbread and sugar cookies, but the dough didn’t roll properly, so I had a heck of a time making shapes. I used the food processor, as directed by the instructions. I may make another attempt before Christmas, if I can muster the wherewithall, but will use the stand mixer instead. I’m the only one who likes gingerbread, though, so won’t be making any more of that.
In the interest of home-made Christmas gifts, I made some posters for my 8 going on 12 year old nephew using the raster tool. I like how they turned out and I think he will be pleased.
For my 12 going on 24 niece, I made an Audrey collection. These are 8.5×11 glossy photos in 10×13 frameless frames (the photo shows their protective styrofoam), and should fill up quite a bit of her wall space. She’s very inspired by the beautiful Ms. H, and I think she will be delighted.
Next up, therapeutic bath salts. That is, if the peppermint oil I bought on eBay arrives in time.
