Hi folks,
sorry for my continued absence. The trouble is, the new blog project is nearing completion and I’m busy obsessing about that right now. I have a feeling that once it’s ready, that’s going to be the only place you’ll be able to find me. Hope you’ll join me there when the time comes!
Things are going smashingly here at the Quiring household. We got over that slump I told you about and Lydia has two shiny new little teeth to show for it.
We got back on track with EC and we’re better than ever. We’re back to staying dry all night — one pee at night in the potty, and again in the morning — and she also generally pees every time I give her an opportunity during the day, so that we wet maybe six diapers a day. (When it started at 24 a day, that’s pretty amazing). I think I’m starting to tap into that intuition they talk about in all the books on EC . . . I just kind of know when it’s about time to go on the potty. I hold her over it, say, “Go peepee!” and she goes. Back on goes the dry diaper!
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We’ve been casually starting with solids over the last month (starting at six months), following the principles of baby-led weaning: we just put her in the high chair, stick on a plastic bib, and hand her chunks or slices of whatever we’re eating. Her favourite foods so far are Camembert cheese, medium-rare steak, and orange slices. And she’s passionate about drinking water from a glass. I don’t understand it. It’s so fun, and I love that I never have to pack her special mushed-up food when we go out. Narnia is also a big fan of this method of eating, because she gets to clean up the floor while Lydia plays around with sweet potatoes, meatballs and cheese slices.
Anyway. The response to my last post on husbands and home birth has been fascinating to say the least. Take a look at the interesting comments if you are so inclined!
And again, thank you, thank you, for reading.
