Beware the 100 lb Baby

Last night I fed Rachel around 8:45. I knew it probably wasn't enough, since I'd pumped just a bit earlier - I'm still working out how to synch up feeding/pumping schedules, obviously.

Anyway, I of all people know a girl doesn't like to be hungry, so I bottle fed her another 3 oz. of breast milk. There, that oughtta be enough.

Two hours later, she wasn't sleeping well and my husband (his turn on bedtime duty) was losing his you-know-what. So I sleepily mumbled, "You could always feed her a little more ..." and rolled over.

A bit later, he came to bed, quite proud of himself I asked what he did and he said, "I gave her another 4 oz of formula, THAT oughta do it."

So, my 14 week old baby drank, oh, I'd say, 8 or 9 oz last night.

I suspect she'll be ready for Weight Watchers by the time I get home tonight ... as Daddy has off school and is caring for her today.

And It's On: GoooooOOO CHRISTMAS!

I cannot believe it's December 2. Mainly, this is because I now have license to full on finish my shopping, as well as to decorate my house in the red and green and silver and pine obnoxiousness that I have been envisioning since we moved in.

You see, this year, we have a fireplace. I now have matching stockings for our family (VERY critical) and I get to buy those cute silver thingees that sit on the mantel to hang the stockings from. (A nickel to anyone who knows their official name?) I see a festive trip to the Target Christmas crap aisle in my future.

I also now feel fully licensed to indulge my impulse to rush out and buy a tree this week. And to begin "gently urging" my husband to put up lights. (I actually got butterflies in my stomach last night contemplating this: we get to develop a NEW lighting scheme. What we did on Suffolk was always kinda, eh.)

Anyway, I'm thinking this isn't too early because I've seen trees through windows, lights on houses, wreaths on porches, all around my neighborhood and on our drive home from Warrensburg from Thanksgiving. Even though my husband thinks me, and they, are all nuts. I suspect his preference would be stringing lights up around the 22nd and having Santa help take them down on the 25th.

In addition, although I have about half my shopping done, this reminds me, GAH, I have about half left. Which seemed so manageable until I now factor in work getting busier the next couple weeks, including a 3 day biz trip (sigh: guess that stupid wood knocking doesn't work after all). And that my LeBaige family Christmas will be early on the 20th.

We may be in a recession, but my Capital One card will not know that as I work its little butt off next few weeks.