Love and carrots

Casualties of the day:

* My last pair of semi-attractive sunglasses, snapped apart by investigative toddler
* My pristine white nursing tank (they should make these things in "camo")
* The bathroom rug, giving up the ghost after too many post-pee washings

But if you completely ignore my wrecked household, this day could still be considered a WILD SUCCESS.

Specifically, Chebbles has now gone two full days without a tantrum. This is amazing. She hasn't been this agreeable since... never. (NB: Photo above was taken pre-wings.)

And as for Baby V, she has transformed into the jolly girl we all knew she would become. All it took was giving up on breastfeeding as her primary source of nourishment.

I took the baby back to Dr. M. today, who was quite impressed with her weight gain -- she's exactly back on the 90% trajectory she started on, having gained 1.5 lbs. in the last 2 weeks, topping the scales at a meaty 15 lbs. 9 oz. She laughs all of the time and wolfs down carrots like a champ.

Most importantly, and thank every deity a Unitarian can think of, she has slept through until about 2am the last two nights. And as long as I remember to give her formula in addition to my breastmilk at the 2am feeding, she can power right through until morning. ("Morning" is defined here as 5am, but I'll TAKE IT.)

I wonder if my sleeplessness was negatively impacting Chebbles' behavior, so that now that I'm beginning to emerge from the fog of NO SLEEP (into the light mist of a-little-more-sleep), she is feeling much better too.

So we are all filthy but swooning with love for one another in the Mama household. After their bath together tonight, Chebbles hugged Baby V's barrel chest and said, "I LOVE YOU, BABY SISTER."

That was worth a little staining and wreckage, no?