Monday, with pictures.

Last night, M fed Evelyn for the first time from a bottle. She didn't bat an eyelash at this new method of eating. Food is good, whether from the tap or in a bottle! The more food the better! Pumping seems kind of like a pain but it was nice that M got to feed her for once, so I guess I'll get the hang of it. The pediatrician recommended that I start pumping now to have a good supply frozen when I go back to work, so I finally decided to get started on that. I also would like to be able to leave her with someone if I need to without worrying about her starving to death while I'm gone.

My mom called me last night to tell me what my cousin's little girl, Elizabeth (age two), said yesterday before they ate. Everyone had gathered around before the meal, and someone had told her that it was time to say grace. So they all stood there, holding hands, while my dad said the blessing. When it was over, Elizabeth grinned and said, "Me like that grace talk!" How cute! My theory is that it's so daggone loud at my grandfather's house that she enjoyed the moment of silence while only one person talked. ;)

I have updated my big List of things to do today, and I am all motivated to get some of this stupid stuff done so I can stop worrying about it. I am supposed to be working on birth announcements right now. I had this bright idea of designing my own, and I have a few half-finished templates that I can't seem to call complete because it's not good enough. M told me last night if I didn't do it today, he was going to delete my files when he got home today, hoping that I would work better on a deadline. It must be working because gee, it's two o'clock and I haven't even opened said files... of course, I wouldn't let him delete my files anyway so I suppose that's why.

No one cares about how much sleep I'm getting or not getting, but M stayed up until 2:30 last night rather than wake me up again, and she slept until 9:00 this morning. He did wake me up at midnight to feed her and I was so out of it that time that he decided I should maybe just sleep a little more. I have no memory of this--and maybe that's a sign in itself--but apparently when he told me that she was hungry and hadn't eaten in three hours, he claims that I said, "So?" This really doesn't sound like something I'd say, so I think he's lying. Or he was right and I DID need to sleep some more. Either way, I feel good today, and more than that, I feel like maybe I should do something nice for my husband. I think maybe it will involve bacon. Bacon always makes him happy. Boys are such wondrously simple creatures.