3 months have passed since my last post. I swear I thought of you periodically dear blog. There were fleeting moments of "I really should write this moment on my blog" and "Crap, I'm going to forget this". But as quickly as the thought entered my mind, the moment would pass and there would be a diaper to changed, a nose to wipe and a baby demanding boob. Now. My darling baby Daisy is very fond of her boob milk. So much in fact, she has decided that all milk must come directly from the source. The first couple of times we offered her boob milk from a bottle she drank it with little fuss. There was a strange look of confusion as she stared up at C as if trying to figure out where all the facial hair suddenly came from. Then suddenly something clicked and she decided that she only likes fresh milk.
No amount of warming, unwarming, different bottles, different nipples, waiting, or trying has changed her mind. This has limited any sans baby excursion to 1-2 hrs. This dairy cow mommy must be within suckling distance at all times.
When I don't have a sweet baby attached to me I am busy watching for any sign of impending pee and poop. Ugh. Potty training. It has been easily
the most frustrating part of parenting thus far. I know she gets it. I know she can do it. I just can't figure out how to get her to do it. Honestly, I don't think we train them. They train us. I've tried every trick in the book. Some would win me parenting awards - some would win me a trip to Social Services. I've spent her little education savings that we had on m&m's, stickers, and little toys. I've cried, screamed, laughed and drank. I will say that we are about 75% there. With poop being our biggest battle yet. I comfort myself in the fact that humans have been using toilets for a few years now - she will too. *Shit* . Be right back ...........
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