by Lori Ann
I just woke up to Tigger’s bedtime alarm — you know, the one that is set to 6:45pm to remind us it’s time to BEGIN bedtime. I rolled over, and she was lying on the floor next to me, still steadily breathing despite the sound. I rose to quiet the alarm and she stirred a little but was quieted back into a deep slumber with just a little dream nursing. I know this probably means she’ll wake early (before 7) tomorrow morning, but the same would happen if she woke now and didn’t get to bed for the night til 8:30 or 9, so she might as well continue to rest.
by Lori Ann
Thanks so much to Kat of KatManDew Designs for hosting our (*cough*) September giveaway! Thanks so much to everyone for being patient as I get things back together. I would apologize, but I have a whole “family first” philosophy that’s been going on in my brain which I’ll hash out here later. No one should be surprised by the winner (and I promise the host and winner are not the same people, they just have very similar names!), since her frequent comments comprised 70% of the entries. (*disclaimer: a random number generator was used to pick the winning comment… it just happened to be very fair!)
Kathleen, I’ll ask Kat to get in touch with you, and I hope you enjoy your win!
Discipline is forcing yourself to drink fluids when you’re vomiting over and over again because you know you’re supposed to stay hydrated. Love is forcing yourself to drink fluids despite the vomiting because you need milk to keep your dear child hydrated.
I’ve never been very good at self-discipline. But little Tigger sure is teaching me Love.
Excuse me if I’m missing for awhile, but I’ve discovered a new food allergy the hard way and probably won’t feel much like being online for a day or so!
I had no idea mothering was such a stinky profession.
I’m not talking about baby poop… Tigger’s exclusively breastfed, so (though Baba would disagree) her diapers smell somewhat pleasant, like yogurt. I’m not talking about spit-up… messy, yes, but stinky, not particularly. I’m talking about myself. Mama. I’m a stinky Mama.