Bath Time

Cole gets a bath every night. She loves it. Peter is beyond helpful in the evenings. Most nights he feeds Cole her dinner then does bath time. Since we are weaning, he's handling every part of bedtime too. Once she's in her pajamas, she'll come find me for a kiss then reach for her daddy. I wanted to snap a few pictures of Cole in the tub because bath time is so special to her right now. And she sits so straight, with perfect posture. She also likes to relax in the tub, which is what we call it when she lays back in the water. Here's the little nugget, so fresh and clean:

Rock-n-Romp

On Saturday we went to Rock-n-Romp's 2013 opening show on Mud Island. Rock-n-Romp, which started in DC, is a non-profit that provides a family-friendly concert series. While the music (and food and beer) is for the parents, the whole event is tailored for children. The music isn't terribly loud and the band's are asked to keep the lyrics family-friendly. The afternoon was perfect and we were happy to introduce Cole to live music. Granted we took her to Sunset Symphony last May, but this is different genre and she's engaging a bit more now. In fact, it's possible she thought the whole show was just for her.

Confessions of a Weaning Mom: The Perfect Storm

Thursday was rough. After four days of just two daily nursing sessions, there was a hiccup. A storm came.  A teething, stomach bug, weaning, rain storm. Cole just couldn't get any comfort. Two of her canine teeth cut this week and are now moving into the place. The other two are on the verge of cutting.  Unfortunately due to a sudden stomach bug that hit, I couldn't give her any medicine for the teething. (By the way, the bug hit both of us. It was torture). Also, it rained. That may not be a big deal for some people, but Cole is currently in a phase where the only place she'd like to be is outside. With the rain, going outside wasn't an option either. Cole just stood at the backdoor and cried. Finally, we arrived at Cole's last source of comfort: nursing. I caved and nursed her three times because it was the only comfort available.

Fortunately, we built the option of time into our weaning plan. Since Cole doesn't need to be weaned until late next month, I'm going to add a week or two to the transition. Cole is not ready to drop down to just one feeding yet. And I'm okay with that. Certainly after roughly fourteen months nursing, planning to wean in two weeks was ambitious. (Meredith, you called it!)

About the pictures: After a few hours with the bug, hunger set in. Cole decided it was time to eat so she climbed into her chair. Our princess is still cute when she's sick. The happy picture was right after a two hour nap. She seemed fine, rested, and better. But she wasn't. Sticking to the BRAT diet, I gave Cole 1/2 of a banana for lunch. It stayed down for an hour before she was ill in the car and to be changed, well stripped, on Summer Ave. Peter had some towels in his trunk, thank goodness, so I just cleaned her up and we were on our way back home.  Stomach bugs are tough.