Tidbits

* Laurel's night last night? Greatly resembled the night before! The consistency seems unusual for a two-week-old baby, not to mention the quality. There may be those who feel that getting up two times in one night to nurse a baby doesn't equal quality. To those people I say "Ha!" Clearly you never spent the night with Isaac.

* To be more specific about last night: hourly feeding from 6:30 p.m. to 10:30 p.m.; asleep from 10:30 p.m. to 3:30 a.m. when I woke her up; nurse; diaper change; asleep from 4:00 to 6:45 a.m. when she woke up; nurse; asleep from 7:00 to 8:30 a.m. when I woke her up.

* But in case you start thinking Laurel sounds like a better deal than Isaac was, let me mention that she is developing quite a talent for voluminous projectile spit-up. It usually happens when I'm trying to burp her after a feeding. I don't remember Isaac doing such a horrible thing, and I am completely taken by surprise each time it happens. I suppose I'll develop my own coping techniques (or at least remember to have a rag nearby!), but for now I just cry out in alarm and whip her poor floppy head around.

* It might have been nice if we had considered Isaac's abilities before naming Laurel. As he still struggles with R, he usually pronounces her name as "Lowell." I think he's so cute that I find it hard to resist calling her that myself. (Although I also slip up and call her "Isaac," especially in the middle of the night when I'm a bit sleepy.)

* Isaac has been asking us, "Do you love me?" Luckily that's an easy question to answer. When we ask him the same question, he claims he loves his father but not his mother. Luckily I know that he doesn't mean it.

* I still think it was unavoidable for myself, because I had nothing that fit, but if you have the option you might reconsider shopping for shirts when you're two weeks postpartum. Just facing the well-lit dressing room mirror at the Gap is a blow to the ego, even if you had been feeling okay about yourself, and seeing how poorly everything fits finishes you off. I'm huge on the top and bulgy around the middle, so few shirts are what you would call flattering. I guess I could have continued wearing oversized shirts for a while (a good use for all those band t-shirts I collected in the '90s), but the baggy look wasn't good for my ego either.

* Let's not talk about pants at all, except to say that I tried on a pair of size ten jeans, and when they were too small I resolved to continue with the maternity jeans for the time being.