We introduced plain yogurt...

... and it screwed with her (we suspect).

We started the yogurt Sunday. At the time, there were no signs that it clashed with her. She ate it four days in a row, and then the tummy troubles started. It could very well be a coincidental intestinal virus. Whatever is it is, runny diapers have been the case since Wednesday;  and we've been fighting a fever in 99.6-101 range. Her body temperature is just high enough to cause her grief. She's providing plenty of wet diapers, and she remains peppy so I don't think there's any reason to run to a doctor just yet; but I am concerned that she hasn't rounded the corner on this thing even though we are going on five days.

Today she got in one good nap, then struggled the rest of the day. Four different attempts she drifted off to sleep "for the night", only to be wailing for me twenty minutes later. Daddy doesn't cut it, she needs Mama. She has been my little shadow all day, and definitely communicated clearly when she felt there was too much distance between us (by me stepping in the bathroom to pee or running to her room to grab a fresh dipey). So we're in newborn mode. Whatever it takes. She fell asleep on my chest during the latest attempt to sleep, skin freakishly frigid and sticky with her breaking fever. She hasn't snuggled up with me like that for so long. It was bliss, even if we were uncomfortably glued together.

Poor sweetpea :(

afternoon nap on Friday

The first post of this month... this season, even.

Good evening, faithful and assumedly lonely readers. (Are there any of you left?) We humbly apologize for failing to provide reading material for months on end.

Admittedly, 'providing reading material' has been rather low priority on the overlong to-do list. The good news is that naps and late-nights are now wide open for leisure activities, and the house has recovered from new baby ballistics and is... uhm... livable (#andtheworldrejoices). Blogging is back in the Top Fifty Ways to Spend My Me-Time... dutifully after folding laundry, washing diapers, picking up cheerios from the carpet, writing my senators, and watching episode after episode of American Pickers on Netflix with the hubs. Naturally.

I also want to get away from using Facebook for all my updating. During AnnaBee's infancy, posting a measly status or picture was all my time allowed. With baby now doing this thing called "sleeping stretches", I have time to extract those adult thoughts rattling in my head (amongst the day's "babababa"s and "dadadada"s) and tap them into a relatively meaningful piece of prose. One can hardly do that in 420 characters. In addition, Facebook doesn't have an archive function, and I am weary of clicking "See Older Posts" on my Facebook profile to try to update AnnaBee's baby calendar once a month. Tired indeed.

In the near future, expect to see the appearance of this blog morph and transform. I'd like to make it more "us", whatever that looks like. Also, we are no longer using our real names. Baby is AnnaBee. I am Me (until I'm not). DH is... to be determined. We were discussing possible nicknames for him earlier this evening. I volunteered that we call him Skittles (an old nickname); but that sounded rather satchelesque*, and he didn't particularly like that.



*Satch-el-esque  | sa-ch-el- ESK | adj. in the style of satchel ownership AKA resembling metrosexualism. Derived from the quote "It's not a purse, it's a satchel. [It's where I keep my Skittles.]"