Actually, yes. Those are, so far, her least hated type. We are going to try a fast flow nipple tomorrow along with another bottle type (The First Years Breastflow).
janis_and_c0, she’s beautiful and wonderful in every way. She smiles so much and is happy unless you are trying to give her a bottle. Her poop is prolific and vinegary smelling but she smiles big gummy grins when she sees you dealing with her poopy diapers. I could go on for days.
OK, slalexan, pictures? Because I don’t even like babies and you have made it so I need to see yours. Damn you. Gummy grins, please.
Here ya go! I actually made a Flickr just for this.
Actually, try this one. My phone did not let me copy things the way I wanted.
What a cutie! I browsed around your pictures and I love the sleeping baby one too; but that’s a great smile. You cannot be mad at her when she smiles at you like that. Be mad at the rest of the world, but not her. I hope today is a better day for you. And if you husbeast really wants to help let him carry the laundry to the laundromat!
slalexan, your baby is adorable. (That’s not a rant. 
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Aaaaaawwwww. Adorable baby, and I hope the baby meals and the laundry get sorted out ASAP.
It sounds like nipple confusion. The wife and I dealt with this a few months ago. She ended up pumping and using bottles the whole time because switching back and forth was not working.
She’s a darling little thing. Congratulations.
And since this is the pit I wish the weather would pick something and stick to it. We’ve gotten hot, quick shower, cold and now cloudy all in about two hours. I also am approaching the second anniversary of my mom’s death and it sucks. She took 65 years to finally grow up and then left only four years later.
I really hope we can figure it out because I love breastfeeding her. I don’t think I could back it if I had to pump all of her meals. It’s selfish of me but I would probably switch to formula.
Also, thanks everyone. I worked really hard growing her so it makes me happy to hear that people think she’s cute.
She and her husband and their two grandkids come to our house for three days. She brings a cooler full of food, from which she intends to feed her grandkids exclusively. She sends her husband out to buy milk and eggs. Because… why? Because the stuff we have isn’t good enough?
And dear god, the way she micromanages those kids. Every goddamn bite of his hamburger got commentary. How to oriente his plate. The kid can’t go to the bathroom without her following him down the hall to ask if he’s in the bathroom.
My husband survived this woman and is a great guy, so I guess it’s possible to bounce back. But let me tell you, she’s been in my house for a day and a half and she’s driving me up the wall. It’s ten times worse than usual because of her grandkids (am I allowed to call them my niece and nephew? I should ask her to see if it’s okay.)
Baby is adorable. Hang in there. “And this too shall pass” and it would be a shame to give up on breastfeeding if she’s doing well with it.
Awww. gotta love the baby grins!
So, apparently I have to see an oral surgeon about this tooth & it’ll be a week from Friday before we can part ways. This is ok. My Dentist gave me antibiotics & groovy pain meds to keep me relatively pain free till then. I less than three my dentist.
I took my damaged car into the body shop today (see post somewhere above about the accident) and told them that I have to have the car back by June 17th because I have to take my Mother out of town. “Well, we can’t guarantee that…” How the hell long does it take to replace a windshield and repair two reasonably small dents?
The first question is how backlogged are they, so how long will it be before they can even start?
To the contractor who built my house: whenever you get back into the home-building business (I know the recession was hard as hell on your company), please give a little more thought to the trees you plant alongside the driveway. Big leafy trees are nice for shade, but it sucks when they’re a variety that produces drifts of pollen in the spring. And it sucks even harder when the pollen gives way to plump berries that ferment in the hot sun and drip all over your vehicle. >.<
You were right, thank you 
So it turned out that the mistakes (2) were actually made in November when I opened the savings account, not a few days ago. Somehow, even though we did paperwork for both things, they a. didn’t move 10K from my checking account to the new savings account and b. didn’t manage to properly link my debit card and savings account.
So all this time when balances have shown me the “combined” balance on ATM slips, it’s really only been my checking account (which totaled properly given there was $0 in the other account - my bank statements don’t break down checking vs savings either). That means that the transfer and deposit I made the weekend before last were the first time anything’s been in the savings account, and since they didn’t link it to my debit account, that money won’t show up under the combined balances…
It was good to know that the money wasn’t actually missing!
My period is three weeks and a day late. My boyfriend thinks this is the height of hilarity and teases me frequently about it. He is unconcerned because he believes firmly in the efficacy of his cut, cauterised, and folded/tied vasectomy, and believes equally strongly in my family history of early menopause.
I do not believe strongly in such things, so I took a pregnancy test at work this morning so that the boyfriend couldn’t make fun of me even more. It was, thankfully, negative, but WHERE THE HELL IS MY PERIOD??? I DO NOT WANT TO BE GOING INTO PRE-MENOPAUSE AT 40.
You can have mine, bobkitty. I’m tired of it.
Mini rant: Shopping for swimsuits sucks. We all know that. But do you know what sucks more? Taking a suddenly-curvy 13-year-old shopping for a swimsuit. The choices seemed to be “Four of the skimpiest triangles you’ve ever seen, held together with floss,” and “Grandma needs a new swim dress.” Nothing in between. I think we finally looked at 16 different stores before finding a suit that had enough coverage and support and sturdy fabric for my preference (because the kid wouldn’t agree to wear a swim burqua, no matter how much it would save on sunscreen,) that the teenager would agree to wear in public. (And finding shorts was just as bad - when did someone decide that shorts should range in length from “panty” to “you can’t hide a tampon string”?)
Bigger rant, 'tho with less direct impact on my life: I’m part of an on-line support group for an old friend who is finally, after a lifetime of morbid obesity, undergoing gastric bypass surgery. She’s less than a week away from the operation, and has done wonderfully well with her pre-op diet and preparations. I’ve known L for more than 30 years, and lately, she looks happier and more confident than I have ever seen her. And every single time L posts a new weight-loss update, or a new photograph of herself (absolutely glowing, and so proud of the steps she is taking,) her older sister comes along to just rain on her parade: “You’ll never get any support from your husband and son;” “You know you’re just like Mama, and she never could lose any weight;” “I wonder how long this diet will last?” I could just cry for my friend - she needs support, and wisely reached out to people she hoped would help her in her journey, and the person who claims to be L’s best friend is just a sabotaging, passive-agressive bitch.
Send kitten pics! Especially the shorthairs, I’m a sucker for them.
New mini rant. The back door slider is open 24/7 now to facilitate puppy housebreaking. Last night some sort of biting bug found its way from there all the way up to the master bedroom, where it snacked on me several times. I discovered that allergy pills do not making the itching stop; fell asleep about 3 am. grumble.