Butterfly Funeral

Today Claire found a butterfly stuck in the front of my car. She was excited! We have a butterfly bush, and she loves to watch the butterflies flit around. She knows that if she gets too close, then they will fly away. She said, "Oh it's so pretty! Then...why isn't it moving? Is it dead?" Like she knew...just from seeing dead worms outside. We've encountered a dead baby bird this summer on a walk. That was sad :( So she wanted to take it home. So I decided this was a good lesson. So we brought it home. I found a small white jewelry box for a casket and had a little funeral for it. We buried it under a tree in the front yard. She has probably asked me a 100 questions about it tonight. And I try patiently to answer them all.

I try not to say things like, "Just because." You know, I read a blurb in a magazine one time that the average 3 year-old asks 70 questions/hour. So her rate must be 170 questions/hour. I've been working on getting her to extend her questions, so they are not just "Why or how?" Because that's like "Why what?" Ahh...fun!

So I haven't posted in awhile, I know, because sometimes life gets going and the thing is, if I miss one night of blogging, then I miss another, then suddenly, a week has slipped away, then another. Sometimes I think maybe I shouldn't blog because nobody reads it, then I let it go for awhile, and it's a good remind that...wait! There are fans!

Claire had her 3rd birthday. Alex has turned three months, and is closer to 4!!! He weighed in at 19.9 today at the breastfeeding group. He is my little chunky monkey. He is wearing the Huggies size 4 overnight diapers. Claire wore size 4 diapers in January when she potty trained!!! He has actually leaked a couple times with those though, so the next overnight pack will be size 5s! During the day he is in size 3s. His clothes range from a few bigger 6-9 month sizes to 18 month onesies. He is very long. The 12 month ones are getting hard to snap in the middle!

This is going to be a conglomeration of topics rather than several separate posts. Another reason I haven't posted in awhile is that I have been recently "labeled/diagnosed" or whatever you want to call it with PPD or post-partum depression. I feel like I wanted to share this sooner with any of my dear readers, but I haven't really known how to present it. So whatever, now you know! And actually, I've been on meds for about 3 weeks and I feel like they are working. I don't feel intensely angry anymore. My depression took the form of anger and mood swings. I'll probably be posting on this more later. But I've probably had depression my whole life. It was actually a relief to hear this label. Like I had a reason to feel how I was feeling.

Anyways, I saw a perinatal mood specialist in Indy. So that's like all she does. Talks to crazy post-partum, hormonal women. :) And oh, guess what. I have OCD with intrusive thoughts which is anxiety. Like I stress about germs and strangers touching my kids. OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder)...yes... I am obsessed with keeping my kids healthy! Like, have you seen all the crap I post on facebook about breastfeeding! It's very common for people who are deeply involved in a cause to have OCD ... or is it the other way around? Anyways, it always hurt my feelings growing up when people would call me a neat-freak or perfectionist because I didn't see that in myself and don't. Like all I see is how dirty my house is when it's really not that bad....

And man, do I get grossed out going to public restrooms. I like libraries and hospitals. They know how to clean bathrooms. That's about it! Anyways, here's what I want to know...they say that you should get your teeth cleaned ever six months. You should have a yearly physical every year around your birthday, so you remember. And you should have a yearly well-woman exam, etc...what about a head check? Why is America never saying...get your mental health checked?

I think there is a lot of "stigma" attached to mental issues or labels, like if you're depressed, you can't do anything, but lay around your house all day on the couch. I'm the opposite. I don't like being alone. I go to the Children's museum 1-2x a week to get out and visit with other moms. Here's the funny thing...I'm starting to recognize the staff and other regular members!

Anyways...why the sudden "revelation"... I guess I was just feeling incredibly overwhelmed and tired and like I.could.not.do.it.all. It's a lot to take care of a kid all day everyday, plus all night. Parenting is endless. Don't get me wrong. I love my kids so incredibly much, but it's sad when I think of running to the store for 15 minutes as "me" time. Or taking a shower alone is "me" time. Haha!

I usually take a bath with one or both kids...it's just like once you sign up for a kid, the whole thing doesn't become real until you have a squalling baby (and a toddler in your arms!)

So let's talk about anger. I always had a focal point for anger. I think some people get angry and get the road rage with driving. My anger that I can remember was always in school. I mean...I got pretty much straight As. My OCD made me a great student!!! I got a full-ride to college on an academic scholarship and did great there as well. I am very focused on grammar and spelling and can't stand it when I see grammar errors on Facebook, etc. I know sometimes I get sloppy with commas and stuff on there, but I still notice it and post it anyways. It's my way of being a rebel. :)

So during school I would be angry about certain classes or assignments or teachers I didn't like or different things we were doing that drove me nuts. I hated my 8th grade English class with passion. Beowulf. YUCK. I hated Chemistry. I hated Calculus. And on and on. I was super angry about stuff. I would obsess about homework and assignments and then stay up late working on stuff. I would be pissed when I would get stuff "wrong" or lose points, etc.

Anyways, it's very common for when you have depression to pick a focal point for anger. So here's when I realized I had issues, after Claire's birth I now know I had PPD. I was so so so angry about the cats. Yoda and Snuggles. I was angry about having to clean the catbox. I was angry about the fur and hair the left everywhere. I was angry that they would get too close to baby Claire and get their paws on her...or even walk on her or her stuff. Those same paws were in the litter box! EW! So it got to the point where I was so mad about them, that we gave them away to a dear friend from college. Anger about that was then gone.

So then, my focal point changed. I began to obsess about Claire's birth. The cats were gone by about the time Claire turned 6 months. I was so angry about her birth experience and things not going how I wanted them to. I went to a LLL enrichment meeting at Broadripple and the topic was birth stories. I shared mine and was crying the whole time. I was the last one to share, and said I didn't want to share. Another leader said, take your time, and encouraged me to talk about it. It was actually very healing for me to talk about it in a safe environment with women I knew about it.

After I had shared, one of the leaders came up and talked to me about post-partum depression. Shortly thereafter I went to my OB and got a script for Zoloft. However, I didn't get it filled. I think I only ever told Josh. He said that I basically didn't need it. I know he wasn't trying to "hurt" me or anything, but we as a society are so so so uneducated about perinatal mood disorders like PPD. I would cry every time I went to a website about PPD because the list of symptoms to me where like, check, check, check, check.

I honestly didn't start feeling better until she was about 18 months old. I started working out and lost some weight. But I guess I would still get angry and in debates on facebook and elsewhere about breastfeeding, etc. So sorry about that ;) It's my obsession. Truly.

So then around her 2nd birthday, I got pregnant with Alexander. We were trying of course. But then after he was born, I was starting to feel some of the same things like I did with Claire. I'm afraid to walk by the top of the stairs because I'm afraid I might drop him, and walking down the stairs is worse. I'm afraid to have other people hold him. I'm afraid of lots of things. I'm afraid if Claire splashes water on his face that he might get water in his lungs. But my parental worry goes over and above the normal worry. Like part of my intrusive thoughts is playing out weird scenes in my head. Anyways....I'm working on not worrying about things like, ew, gross Claire just picked up a dead butterfly!

I honestly feel like I am sleeping better. I haven't cried for about 2 weeks. I feel like my head is clearer and my thoughts aren't jumbled. If you think you have had PPD, you probably do. And you might have depression too. It's ok. You have to take the step. Call me/email me/etc if you are local and I'll get you the hook-up with the Clarion counselors. WORTH IT. Step one. One day at a time. Know you want help. Know that this too shall pass ;) Know that you can do it. And you are doing it. Seriously, 1 in 7 women have PPD. It is the most common complication of childbirth. And the most commonly undiagnosed because it's so misunderstood. It's a chemical imbalance plain and simple. Pregnancy changes your body chemistry so much. Then it takes MONTHS before your body goes back to normal chemical levels. Add in sleep deprivation...fun! And nobody knows sleep deprivation until you have a baby that needs you all.the.time. It's normal though, and that's what babies do and need.

And I'm obsessed at not letting my babies cry.for.a.single.dang.second. I feel like it's incredibly wrong. Like why in the freaking hell would you sign up to be a parent then let your baby/child cry? Seems so inherently wrong. Not only that, but when I hear them cry, it actually gets inside my head and I.can't.stop.it. That's why if Claire still needs to nurse at 36 months and still asks for it, then I let her. Basically, I was feeling very angry at Claire. I knew that something was wrong .... with me!

It wasn't right to feel so angry at my sweet little Claire about crying or needing something when before Alex was born (enter PPD) I wouldn't have cared about it a lot at all. I was also having a lot of mood swings. Like, very hard to not cry at stuff. Stupid stuff, too. So that's not normal!

So what if somebody says they think that they have PPD to you? Encourage them to get help. Get an evaluation and get meds that work for them and a person to talk to who is "outside of their circle" so to speak.

Don't say it isn't real. That's like telling somebody with strep throat that they don't have it. That's emotionally cruel.

Don't ask if they're feeling ok or better? That's kind of vague and annoying, although I know it's generally not meant to be. Ask more specific questions if you really want to know or care.

Don't ask if you can do something without plans to follow through. Better: Hey, "I want to help. I want to bring you dinner or come clean your bathrooms." And no, I'm not asking for this of anyone, those awesome souls of you who have already done this after Alex was born or more recently, thank you a thousand hundred times over again and again, or if I've chatted on the phone/emailed with you, etc. You know who you are ;)

I guess flakiness is one of my pet peeves. Like I remember the girl in 7th grade that borrowed lunch money from me 2 times and never paid me back. Really, why did I do it a 2nd time. I'm nice. And I still can't let it go. Really. What the heck!

Anyways, if this is totally random and jumbled, forgive me, but if you're still reading then I know you care ;)

Here are some fun things Claire has said lately:

"Momma, baby cows come outta them Momma's butts" in reference to watching a baby calf be born at Fair Oaks Farms. We are working on pronouns still!

Today she threw a band-aid on the ground. I told her to throw it on the ground. I said, "Claire, where is the trash can?!" And she replied, "Wherever you left it, Momma!" Good answer, as that is what I tell her whenever she asks me where a certain tiny toy is that she can't find. I'm thinking she might need glasses.

She has a 'sidewalk' for her playhouse. She calls it an "8" or "B" sidewalk.

We go outside first thing in the morning or after we eat supper. We have no big shade trees in our newer neighborhood. We might go out for 5-10 min. when we get the mail midday, but then it's too hot! So we came back in recently and Claire was pleading to go back outside. She goes, "But Momma, I promise that I won't get too hot!"

Claire was trying to describe "That Fun Place" to me. I was having a hard time figuring it out. It's like Chucky Cheese, although we have yet to take her to CC yet! I asked her if it was before Alexander was born. She adamantly said, "NO! YOU WERE PREGNANT." Haha! :) I guess he was around if I was prego.

So anyways...I am fine. I am the same old me basically! I want the best for my kids, and I am OCD about it!

Alexander is the little baby boy that stole my heart. He weighed in at 19.9...I can't believe it!!! My little big baby! He sleeps great, nurses great, and seems super laid back. And it's not just my observations, but others have noticed this too.

Confession: I broke a rocking chair at church while I was sitting in it, nursing Alex. That was pretty crappy. Sigh.

Confession: I spanked Claire on 3 different occasions since Alex was born. It felt awful. It didn't work. I'm never doing it again, and I'm very sorry to my sweet baby Claire! There, I feel better having admitted that. But man, I said I never would, and I never will again. She said, "Momma, No hitting! That's not nice." She's right. I need to talk. She's totally old enough now to understand and ask "WHY!" about stuff.

Confession: I had a cleaning lady come recently. Why do I feel guilty? I feel like I should be able to do it all. I feel OCD about not wanting a stranger in my space, touching our stuff. Snooping? Stealing? But it's a friend of a friend, so I feel ok about it.

So the cleaning lady comes Tuesday. Wednesday, yesterday, I dumped 8 cups of soup with meat and veggies all over the counter and floor and me. 8 cups is a lot. Dump one cup on your counter and see. OH MY GOD. I was so pissed. I threw away all three kitchen rugs (ok, they were 10 years old) because I didn't want to mess with them. Then I had to clean up my 1 day old mopped floor. Super pissed.

Then. Claire was playing around the house in a swim suit. Fine. Whatever. She can wear what she wants when we are home. That's fine as long as she is happy and dressed! So she went to the bathroom and couldn't get the suit off in time. She peed all over the 2 rugs in the bathroom. So I threw away the 2 bathroom rugs. They were also old to let you know and the backing was falling off. SUPER ANNOYING. So then I had to remop that floor after spraying her off. I also threw away her swimsuit. I feel wasteful ;) But it was a garage sale suit that had lost the elastic and was not staying up anyway. Seriously? What do you do with that kind of stuff? Does Goodwill recycle clothes/rugs like that? Who wants to wash them to donate them!

Also, Josh's Grandma Peggy died around Claire's third birthday. :( Super sad. She was a great lady and will be missed. I will miss chatting with her on the phone.

Some other fun things post-Alex:

Claire tried the soap in the bathroom. As in ate some. When she does stuff "wrong" I try to always remember to ask why. She said, "I wanted berry yogurt." Sure enough, there were berries on the bottle of soap.

Alex had his first taste of solids. It was an orange MnM. Via Claire. Yup. He had a super orange tongue. Of course at this age they suck anything in their mouth. She didn't let go of it though. She said, "He's not eating it, Mommy. Just licking it." Sigh. I thought I had that chat with her.

I buried a butterfly today and talked to Claire about death. It was actually pretty amazing and a good way to talk about God. I thank God everyday for the 2 greatest gifts on earth, my sweet baby Claire and my sweet baby Alexander.

Anyways, I'll let you go. Now, who read that to the end?

I haven't forgotten

Hmm! Yes, I still have a blog. I think this is a new record! Three full weeks and no posts. More soon!

We have a cousin!

Welcome to the world, NOLAN ANDREW SHERWOOD! Born this morning at 10:05! He was 22 inches and he weighs 9 lbs. 1/2 oz. What a big boy! :) The most amazing thing was I was able to "listen" to the birth via the phone since she lives like 10 hours away. Holly delivered at a midwifery center and had calm relaxing music. They kept telling her good job, etc. I could hear Holly breathing and a little of what was going on in the room. Then I heard the baby cry and it was amazing! :) What first time Mom has a baby ON THEIR DUE DATE! WHOA! And totally natural...go Holly!

Claire will be glad to have another little baby to give kisses to in addition to Alexander!

Alex was also very excited about his new baby cousin and wants to know if they can lay next to each other soon! :)

Return of the Jedi

Love the Yoda shirt :) Thanks Uncle Aaron!

Big Girl Room

Thought I'd post some pictures of Princess Claire's room! Here is her big girl bed!!!
She's buried in there reading her book:

She calls the Princess Canopy her "pink forest!"

New curtains, rods, and tie-backs. My desk is no longer in front of the window. Now I just need to get the filing cabinet out of there!

A big thanks to Oma and Opa for helping get things set up and giving Claire these things for her big 3rd birthday! :) (WHOA! She is gonna be three so soon!)

Mr. Happy Pants!

Who is my happy boy??
HERE IS MY HAPPY BOY!

You can almost hear him laughing in this one???

That's my Mr. Happy Pants!!!

Alexander weighed 16.13 last night at the breastfeeding group at 2.5 months. :)

Momma's Milk, Momma's Milk, What a wonderful Drink!!! It makes darling children, don't you think???

Full of Fail

I've felt full of fail lately. Like there's not enough time to do stuff. Always laundry. Always dishes. Always an empty fridge...lol. Always full laundry baskets and full trash cans. Sigh. I should be in bed and I was but I can't sleep. Claire is in love with preschool now and asks to go every morning. She had some tears the first few times, but now is totally in love and wants to draw pictures for her teachers to bring them. :) Aww.

Dropped Claire off at preschool. Noticed lots of cars in the parking lot. Got excited that the church might be having a rummage sale. Pulled closer and saw a hearse. Fail.

Got Starbucks hot chocolate to enjoy on my grocery shopping trip with Alex. Dropped the totally full cup on the parking lot ground and got hot chocolate all over my sandaled feet. Fail.

Went to Tumbling last week and nobody called us to tell us that class was cancelled. Fail.

Took Claire to the dentist. She has 4 cavities. FAIL. One in each of the pre-molars. Sigh as everyone I tell says something like, "TOO MUCH JUICE? CANDY? COMFORT NURSING? ETC?" Of course it's all my fault. I brush and floss them EVERY DAY! She had a perfect check-up 6 months ago...???

Have a pile of thank-yous I "STILL" haven't written from when Alex was born.

Josh's grandma Peggy is dying. I'd like to go with Josh and have her meet Alex, but it's a 10 hour drive. Tickets even on the cheap are 200/each. So that's a big fat fail, too.

I went to church on Sunday. Alex started rooting. I tried to nurse him and Claire started to stick her head there even though she hasn't nursed at church forever...so then she started to throw a fit. Of course this was right as he was starting the sermon. Then I take them out and go to the nursery to rock. They have 2 chairs. One is missing an armrest. The other had a broken support on the bottom. It seemed fine. I sat in it and rocked and talked to the attendant for a few. So then it broke about 5 min. later and me and Alex are on the floor. He's screaming cause he's not nursing and plus it was jarring. My butt hurt. FAIL! I told you that I break things.

I go to bed with the kids and I'm still tired. So why not stay up late and blog and still be tired...

Alexander at 2 months

A day in the life of Alexander:
Sleep
Nurse
Poop
Nurse
Sleep
Pee
Nurse
Sleep
Poop
Nurse
Pee
Sleep
Rinse and Repeat...

LOL! Well he does have happy alert time particularly in the mornings. He is cooing and laughing and loves to smile. He is very tolerant of Claire getting in his face and showing him books and toys way too close. He still sleeps more than he is awake. He is a great sleeper. He isn't a huge comfort nurser. He will take a Binky, which Claire never did. I am trying to switch between a Soothie and a Nuk so he doesn't favor one, and it didn't affect his latch at all. I waited until he was about 5 days to give him one. Mostly, I like it for the car so we don't have to deal with car screaming. I feel it's way better to have him sucking on a Binky than screaming. I know some of you out there hate them and think any type of plastic in a baby's mouth is going to kill them immediately, but it's so minimal, and let me tell you, it's so nice ;) Sometimes I really need an extra minute to set Claire with a snack or something before I can nurse him.

He doesn't sleep with a Binky at night. They only time I'd let him sleep with one is if we are out and about or in the car. They say sometimes breastfed babies will stop taking a Binky around 3-4 months which is a common time for bottle refusal, but we'll just wait and see what happens.

Monday we went to his 2 month check-up and his head measured 16.3 inches at the 80%. He is so long! He was 25.5 inches long which is at the 99% and he weighed 15.41 lbs. totally naked, no diaper. His checkup was really fast since I had no concerns other than I think his tear ducts may not be fully opened, particularly in the right eye. She said that most of the time they will open by 6 to 12 months. I notice his eyes get very goopy/crusty in the morning. Not just a little sleep, but lots and very wet. It doesn't seem to continue when he's awake though so it's not a severe case as she said, so it should fix itself with time. It's apparently very common?

He is wearing size 2 diapers, which he has been for about 4 weeks! The next time I'm going to buy 3s since they start at 16 lbs already! His sleepers are size 6-9 months. I actually pulled out a 9-12 month sized outfit and it fit great. I might just start packing away the 6 month stuff since he is so long. It's such a shame that he didn't get to wear a lot of smaller stuff. Luckily, we only got one gift that was too small that he never wore. How do you write a thank you for something the kid never wore? Don't people realize that babies are supposed to double their birth weight by 4 months and triple it by a year. That's flying through the sizes most of the time!

Preschool Day 2

Claire didn't want to go to preschool this morning so I just told her we were going bye-bye (haha!!!) and then when we pulled into the parking lot I acted all excited that they would get to play outside today and prayed to God that they would actually do so...lol! And they did so my "plan" worked out! But she got out of the car and didn't look back again today! They come to the car and get them out as well as bring them back out. NIIIIIIIICE! :) No having to go in and out with Alexander!

So I asked her what they did today. She said they read a book about the littlest duck, but it wasn't the same duck book as last time. Then they went outside to play! They have a big slide and a tunnel and lots of steps. A boy held the gate open for them that was "very nice" of him! She said they played outside and she got all hot and sweaty! Then she said that she gets sweaty when she goes swimming. I said, no, you get wet. Sweaty is like being wet. LOL! That was really cute. Then she said they sang some songs but she couldn't tell me what. Then later she was singing "Happy and You know it" and I asked if she sang that. She goes, "YES!!!!! And Patty-Cake!!!!" Then she was singing "SSC--SUPER SUMMER CAMP" and doing some hand motions so that's cool she's picked up a new song only from 2 days.

She said she went potty and nobody helped her and she didn't go potty last time because she didn't have to go. Then she washed her hands and they had step stools in the bathroom! Then they had a snack and she sat by the same boy who stepped on her foot last time, but he didn't step on her foot today! They had pretzels and apple juice from an open cup! (I'm using lots of !!!!!!!!!!!!! because she talks loud when excited!) They they had a puppet show. They went back outside and planted sunflower seeds in glass jars that they decorated with stickers. They also made butterflies out of tissue paper with a popsicle stick body and pipe cleaner feelers. She also colored a picture of an octopus.

I'm not sure about the order of this because time is still something she is learning but when Miss TT buckeled her in the car it looked like she had been crying (red) and she said she didn't cry as much as last time. The teacher said it would get less each time and she's doing good. I'd really like to talk to the teacher for more than 30 seconds when she straps Claire in, but I pump Claire for more info throughout the day. I asked if she learned a new friend name, and she said MADISON! So that's cool that she knows both her teachers and 1 classmates name already.

And I'm glad she's having fun while I have time to run errands with just sleepy Alexander. I'm really going to like the fall when she has it 3 days/week. :) I'm sure I won't give you such detailed updates in the future, but her excitement rubbed off on me.

Preschool Girl!

Claire made this "princess crown" at Preschool. She wanted to wear it to Tumbling...which was fine, but didn't work so well with the forward rolls! You can see Alexander in the background wearing a much too small 3-6 month outfit. ;)
This outfit fits a little better! He is having a "picnic" with Claire. You can see the teapot next to him.

He loves to smile and laugh! He is such a happy and laid back boy. I love this outfit because it says "BABY BUDDIES" and I call him my baby buddy!

You can see the ultra-healthy picnic feast of ice cream and Melissa and Doug cookies! Alex says yummy!

Her shirt says "What happens in Preschool stays in Preschool!" which she wore on her first day of summer camp.

Claire had her first day of "Super Summer Camp" yesterday! It's a lot of fun play stuff! She didn't even look back when I dropped her off so I made a quick exit! :) When I picked her up the teacher said that she decided to cry about halfway through. I asked her why and she said that a boy stepped on her foot! :( So I'm glad that she didn't miss me! She goes 2 days/week on Tues/Thurs through the end of July. It will be a great warm-up for her and she will go 3 days/week in the fall. I hope she has the same teachers. I'll have to ask.

I asked her what they did. She said that they read a book about ducks, made something with toothpicks and marshmallows, and had a snack. For snack she had one Oreo cookie and one brown cookie. (PS: I WILL BE THE MOM THAT BRINGS SOME CARROTS WHEN IT'S OUR SNACK DAY! SHE LOVES CARROTS!) And they had orange juice that wasn't orange....lol...whatever that means? Pineapple? Then she said they played basketball and Ring-around-the-Rosies in the big gym since it rained yesterday. They colored pictures and made Princess Crowns. They went potty and sang some songs but she couldn't remember what they were. I'm not sure if they did something else or what order that was in but she wanted to go again today, so that was a good sign!

Miss Smiles

Little Miss Claire loving her car!

Mr. Smiles

Who loves boobies? THIS GUY!
Little Mr. Alex is now 8 weeks already!

EXCUSE THE THIEF

I've been trying to teach Claire to say "excuse me" when she wants to tell someone something instead of interrupting. So she likes to say "EXCUSE ME!" before she says something now. Claire said "Excuse me!" to Josh when he got home from work today. Then she said: "I LOVE YOU."


It was raining out. She wanted to wear her sunglasses. I asked her why. Her reply? "So rain stays out of my eyes." I told her they were for when it was sunny out. She goes, "OH! So your eyes no get sunburn!" Kind of!


We have a little thief. I saw her playing with a white silky scarf I didn't recognize. Uh-oh. I asked her where she got it. "I got it at the garage sale!" Um? I didn't pay for one? So I asked her which one! She says, "The Sleeping Beauty garage sale!" Great! So she jacked it. So do I take it back...or offer her (the lady whose house we got it from) a buck for it? Now I know how parents don't notice things...oops.

Little Lion

Alex doing his best Lion impression. GRR! I'm a tough baby!

Muffin Tin Snacks

Muffin Tin Snacks are basically a variety of snacks presented in a muffin tin. Ideally, you can let them sit out all day and your child can graze as he/she wants to! I remember first seeing this in a parenting magazine before I even had kids. It's such an awesome idea!

My sweet Claire-Bear!

I am not trying to wean Claire overnight, but I'm also trying to cut her way back since if I let her, she would nurse more often and longer than the newborn...even at night. Sigh. SO I am trying to load her up on her favorite foods and snacks! Here is her mid-morning snack...which is also her "snacks" for the day. She was down to pretty much just nursing before sleep/at night, but then tada...lots of milk and she was going nursing crazy. I'm over it now. I NEED to cut her back or I am going to go crazy. I was thinking I would like to have her weaned by Christmas, but definitely by the time Alex turns one...I don't know how to though! It's so hard! Thoughts? My reasoning is today, she pushed his head off my nummie and latched on. I was on the phone and dropped it so as to catch Alex. NOT ACCEPTABLE CLAIRE!

Carrots, cheddar bunnies, purple grapes, banana, honey roasted peanuts, and oranges are all a favorite!