Seven Quick Takes: Volume IV

-One-

This picture has almost nothing to do with the story.  Enjoy!

Every once in awhile I have a supermom morning... at the end of which I feel a little crazy but accomplished.  On Wednesday, we made it to gymnastics and had a *blast* and then, I figured, since we were already out, we could run by the store to pick up some tomato sauce for our pizza sauce tonight and maybe something for lunch.  As we walked in the store, I saw they had pool noodles, and, feeling like a good mommy and remember that Tara had mentioned it would be good for her lessons, I grabbed one.  Then, making a less than wise decision, I grabbed a basket rather than a cart (thinking it would be hard to lift Anni into the cart with Lettie in the sling).  So, here we are, Anni walking, me carrying a basket with noodle hanging out the sides crazily and trying my best not to knock everything and every one over as... Lettie starts to cry.  I give her her pacifier, crossing my finger that she isn't hungry and can make it through the five minutes to grab tomato sauce, fruit and something for lunch.  whew.

She couldn't.  This is mad Lettie.  You give her what she needs (really not an unreasonable request at three months old) or you get screaming.

Except... I had never breastfed in a sling, and as far as I knew, there was no place in the store to try to sit and get ourselves situated.  This was a "do it now or leave your basket on the floor as you tail it out to the car" situation... obviously it was time to learn how to breastfeed in a sling.  So, there, in front of the Annie's Mac n Cheese and Quinoia selections, I pulled Lettie's legs up into the sling, slid my shirt down and let her latch on.  The sling has a nice long tail, so I used that to give myself a little more coverage as I swayed in the aisle and crossed my fingers that this would calm poor Lettie down.  While there was really no reason to worry (just feedin' my baby here, people), every time someone passed through the aisle I just focused on making sure everyone was happy, and checking out the various kinds of Annie's Mac n Cheese and quinoa available (I bought Annie's Mac n Cheese, just to be clear).  She ate for maybe a minute and I swung her back up, pulled my top up, tightened the sling, and we moved on our way (with Anni carrying the pool noodle, because, really, what was I thinking?!)  As I ushered us to the checkout, I gave myself a little inner high-five for making it through the store, figuring out breastfeeding in the sling, and exiting the store with everyone happy(-er than we entered, even).  

The end.

-Two-

Lettie learned how to pull the little bug that plays music on her bouncer this week, and Anni was SO excited.  Like thrilled, giggling, hugging me like a proud mommy excited.  I love both of these girls so much!

-Three-

Sleeeeeeepy little girl.  I love how babywearing is almost always a guaranteed way
to get this baby to take a nap... even more guaranteed than just holding her and
waaaay more guaranteed than nursing her, as much as she loves that.

I love proud babywearing moments.  I was wearing Lettie at the zoo last weekend and a lovely woman from Africa (most beautiful accent ever!) came up and told me that she doesn't see a lot of women doing this in the US, but it's how everyone carries their baby in her country.

And, speaking of babywearing... a certain little girl loves wearing her own babies.  Here's hoping that this or this go on sale sometime before Christmas and maybe I can get her own little carrier... though maybe I could figure out how make her a ring sling myself?

-Four-

If you haven't seen the Colbert Report where he talks about his mama, watch.  Prepare for tears.  I showed it to Daniel when he got home from work and we both agreed that we hope we are such parents that our babies talk about us like this when we die.

-Five-

"Mommy, wook at my awmpits.  Dey wook so beautiful!"

-Six-

Miss Anni is starting to get curious during naptime and bedtime.  Before now, at three years old, she had only left her room once or twice ever when she was supposed to be sleeping.  If she cried or yelled because she needed something, she did it from her bed, or on the body pillow on the floor next to her bed (where she often ends up in the middle of the night).  It kind of cracks me up... but I'm hoping it doesn't become a crazy new escape routine.  

-Seven-

Happy Summer!  We're celebrating by heading to the bank, on to a house inspection and then to a splash park!  Life is good.

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