Here’s the latest new thing: Theo has started cooing immediately after his bottle. He started this in the middle of the night last night and it carried through the day.
When Theo was born, my breasts would not be ready to feed him for another week or so. Because I had gestational diabetes, my labor was induced on my due date, and to make things worse I had to undergo a C-section. Whatever triggers milk let-down was not ready yet. There was a mere drop or two of colostrum on day three. So the nurses recommended that I “top off” the baby with formula.
I named this site The Pookster after one of baby Theo’s many, many nicknames. His father and I come up with new ones all the time (and some have even been retired by now.) Here’s a partial list:
- Zhook Zhook (zhook means bug in Russian, however it’s spelled)
- Little Man
- The Pookster
- Poi Poi
Our house is being fumigated this week because we have wood-boring beetle damage under the floors. Yes, this means the big circus tent over the house. So we are staying elsewhere.
Surviving at the Motel 6
I originally reserved 4 nights for us at Motel 6. I have no idea what I was thinking. It turns out that while Motel 6 is cheap to stay at, it has very little in the way of
We have three cats and a cat door. Sometimes a cat brinsg in live prey so that he can play with it in a more contained environment. I wish this were not the case. Here is what I came home to this afternoon:
The couch by the front door. Dove feathers.
Behind the couch.
The rug in front of the couch. The cat toy ignored in favor of something livelier.
The number one suspect leading me into the dining