well, chrannukah was lovely, we had a nice time in maine taking advantage of the nearness of very enthusiastic grandparents (ahhh, it finally kicks in, my desire to have time for myself and their desire to steal my child)
anyway, it was basically a clusterfuck of toys with my niece at my mom's. holy shit if that was holding back in the presents department we're going to have to have a serious chat about next year. honestly, how much crap does a 1yr old really need? especially when the tupperware that she got
me is to date clara's 2nd favorite toy from the whole experience. oy. also, need to find way to get little girls naps when hanging out with cousin. wow that night was insanely bad. anyway. everything else was just lovely.
josh and i got soft with the sleeping in every morning and have a really hard time adjusting to normal life again. while it's lovely to be home, man was sleeping in so deeply nice.
i normally don't do new year's resolutions and this year will be no different. i have things i'd like to accomplish, ie, get pregnant sometime, see my brother get hitched, drink beer. it has nothing to do with it being january. i'm just a goal oriented person in general. i am hoping to get my ass back into running because in the 2nd instance of the universe speaking directly to me through the mail i randomly have a subscription to runner's world coming to our address under a name that is not the person who lived here for the 8 years before us and no one who lives here now. bizarre. i doubt they would send a freebie to a person who subscribed 15 years ago, but it is theoretically possible. (for josh: "it's not possible") not like it was really the universe speaking to me the first time, then it was my dead grandpa, but that's a different story entirely.
anyway. i've stopped weaning clara. it was a near total failure. i'm hoping to keep up the no nursing at work thing, because i was getting used to not showing my tits to everyone. esp. the creepy but reliable guys who wash the windows. i think i've decided it's really a matter of expectation. like with her sleeping if i just change my expectation from her sleeping through the night like a happy sleepy baby to her getting up at least 2 times a night because that's just how she rolls it is just easier. josh and i have had some discussions about how we can make that work in our life so we are both getting enough sleep to function. it is making it easier to just do what she needs to sleep instead of trying to make her conform to some sort of modern ideal of how much children/people are supposed to (or even, gads, "capable of")sleep. i mean for fuck's sake, i'm a horrible sleeper, it takes an act of congress to get me to fall asleep, if you are near me snoring i will never be able to sleep and i'll end up weeping in desparation and i regularly wake up _a lot_ at night, i mean, easily 3-4 times a night. the times i've slept through the night are easily countable on my tiny appendages (and therefore memorable) and come after days where i've had extreme physical effort, like hiking all day with a 30 lb pack on my back, or for instance, giving birth earlier in the week but if you're snoring next to me and you wake me up i still won't be able to get back to sleep. i mean, bad smells wake me up, so everytime mr. skunky goes on a rampage in the neighborhood (yay spring) i'm up. a lot. with all that background, why on earth should i assume that just because a child of clara's age is capable of sleeping through the night that she will? i mean geez.
anyway, somehow not expecting her to sleep through the night, and therefore nursing her back to sleep when she wakes up has made our daytimes a little easier. she knows what to expect at night (and it's a pleasant expectation) and she's not super clingy and boob demandy all day. this makes me resent nursing less and it makes it even easier to nurse her at night like she needs. it's like an upward spiral instead of the downward one i was on previously. two things i must admit about clara, 1) she is not going to sleep well, like, ever 2) she is a boob-hound, she will not spontaneously wean herself at 15 months because she's bored with it, it's her favorite thing ever, and that's not going to change anytime soon.
i must prepare for tandem nursing our next because as i've discussed with josh, bringing a new child into our house and then telling clara that the new baby gets all the milk will make her figure out how to put the new baby in the oven and press "clean" i told josh last night that i expect to be lactating for a long long time. that i don't love nursing doesn't change the fact that clara really, really, i mean, really does.
so i get to drink more guinness. yay, beer. beer makes milk. mmmm, beer milk.
anywho, back to my knitting. and uh, happy new year and stuff.