Last night was a 2:30 wake-up. I wasn't surprised, as she ate very little for dinner. So I asked if she was hungry, and she patted her belly, which is her way of saying, "Yes, Mommy, I'm hungry." So I nursed her ... and once she finished her milk, she started crying again.
And she cried. She cried so hard she threw up. Milk-vomit, all over her, all over me, all over our sheets. At 3:00 a.m. Again.
She's such a sweet boo, but this up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-every-night thing has got to come to an end. Tonight, and every night until we get into a new routine, we're having spaghetti for dinner. Spaghetti is the only food she'll wolf down. Everything else gets picked at. She's finally beginning to eat like her picky parents ate when they were kids. I knew it was coming. It had to.
But if we give her spaghetti, she'll get a full belly. And if she has a full belly, she'll sleep through the night. Right? We'll see.
I never went back to sleep and instead did some writing from 4:30 until now (6:15 or so). I'm supposed to run three miles after work tonight. We'll see how that goes.
Anyway, here are a few pictures of Anne from the past couple of weekends.
|Taking a hike with her daddy|
|Loving the swing|
|Playing with Daddy (and the cat)|
There aren't many "new" things to report this week. She still weighs her usual 17 and a half pounds, though she's gotten a bit taller. She babbles constantly but isn't saying any actual words yet, other than "Dada" and "Mama" and the occasional bark or moo. She knows just about all of her body parts.
She's still book-crazy, to the point that I actually worried a little this weekend that she's spending too much of her life with her nose in a book. Yes, I have an M.A. in English and taught English and am always reading at least one book and own upwards of 1,500 books. But I'm wondering if Anne should show just a little interest in something other than books. Puzzles, for instance. Or balls. Or MEGA Bloks.
I won't complain, though. I've probably spent too much of my life with my nose in a book, and I don't think it's hurt me too much. And I do love having a little bookworm. Like Mommy, like Daughter. :-)
|Reading at the library one Saturday|
|On the kitchen floor|
|In her rocking chair|