My daughter has figured out that kicking is great fun. Not kicking me, or the cats, or anything specific at all. Just kicking. The sheer act of flailing her legs around seems to be (to her) the single most amusing thing that's ever happened. To be fair, I find it pretty funny too. Even when I'm trying to change her nappy or get her dressed. If you're having a hard time picturing these struggles, imagine trying to put pantyhose on an octopus. And the octopus is on speed.
I took her to Costco last week to stock up on the basics... you know, thirty-six pittas, twenty-four tortillas, fifty-four rolls of toilet paper and a vat of houmous. I took the Moby wrap with us just in case their trolleys didn't have baby seats, which turned out to be a good move, because they didn't. I started her off the old way, cradled with her head on my right side. Ask me how long that lasted. *grin* Constrained Madam is not a happy Madam. So, I switched her around to upright facing me. Turns out she didn't appreciate an up close view of my cleavage either. So I turned her to face out, hoping only that she could refrain from tossing her cookies on my shoes.
She loved it. I mean, she LOVED it. She stared from one person to the next, babbling away, and that's about when she realised that her legs were free. She started kicking. She kicked from kitchenware to baked goods, continuing through the refrigerated section and all the way to the checkout lines (those of you familiar with Costco will realise that her kicking took up a good hour and a half) where all of a sudden she stopped. That would be because in the fifteen seconds it took for me to pick a line and get in it, she fell asleep. My guess is that kicking is exhausting. She was so deeply out that I had to tuck her head into the wrap. All anybody could see were her little legs poking out the bottom. She slept through unloading the cart, paying, getting to the car, unloading the cart into the boot, and never woke up even when I took her out of the wrap and put her into the carseat. She slept all the way home.
The Mimi has come for a visit, she got into town a week ago. We spent a couple of lazy days, but anybody who knows The Mimi will know that those didn't last. *lol* She's "organising" me. Today we spent a few hours in the living room, packing up clutter and cleaning surfaces. We went out earlier this morning and picked up a few picture frames to finally put some good shots up on the walls, and also got a big handled basket to put Madam's cloth nappies and wraps in rather than piling them at the foot of the hearth. Mimi being Mimi had the candles lit and the lights on in the fireplace so that when Himself got home from work he got the full effect of our work. *grin* It doesn't count if the stage isn't set, right?
The other development is that we're trying Madam with bottles and soy formula. Not all the time, just one per day. Our chiropractor said that one bottle of formula per evening might help Madam sleep through the night, and said the difference between formula and breast milk is like the difference between a turkey dinner and a salad. I'm still doing the vegan thing, so I didn't want to get normal cow's milk formula, and Himself outdid himself sourcing the soy version (I think he had to try four different stores before he found it). We tried to give her a bottle of straight formula last night, please see the picture below to see how successful that endeavour was:
Tonight we mixed it about one third formula and two thirds breastmilk, and damned if she didn't suck it down and then take a nap on Himself! We'll do it again tomorrow night, carrying on adjusting the levels of formula to breast milk until it's solidly formula. As it was, even though she only swallowed about ten millilitres of the formula last night, she only woke once in the night and went back to sleep afterwards until almost nine o'clock this morning. I got a good uninterrupted six hours, for almost the first time in a month. Bonus points to Madam.
So, I'm going to settle in and finish watching McLintock with The Mimi and then get to bed. Tomorrow holds a plethora of fun for Madam, she's got her last installment of immunisations in the afternoon, so wish us luck.