The puking has eased up, halleluiah. I'm back to most of my normal self. I've been spending most of my time trying to dig out of the disorganized cesspool I let everything get to when I took a twelve week break from, well, everything.
Abby is doing great. She is also officially almost off the bottle. She wouldn't self-wean, so we had to do the hard core cold turkey method. Not fun. Tears and tantrums and wailing and gnashing of teeth. I got to the point that anytime she starting crying I just handed her a cookie. She even got very good at saying, "Cookie" very clearly! But it was amazing, at the exact same time she went through a HUGE growth spurt and this sweet little angel turned into a voracious, human garbage disposal! She has been eating us out of house and home! You laugh, but one day I literally fed her from 7am until 6pm. She just never stopped eating. I was even worried that perhaps she had gotten some kind of tapeworm, until about a week later I noticed her onesies weren't fitting her. She grew like 2-3 inches all at once. It's crazy; I can't keep up with her.
She also decided that she was going to go on a napping strike for the past few weeks, and that was extremely rough. This girl needs her nap in order for her to function and for me not to lose my sanity. That turned into a nasty head cold though, which is hopefully run its course. I'm here to tell you that snot is nasty and gross, and when people tell you that poop and snot are cute and not so bad when it's your own kid; they LIE. Snot is Gross.
So, that's been the major part of our month. Mostly we've been trying to get back in the groove after the holidays and start all the fun process and procedures for our upcoming move and the summer spent in Alabama having Junior. A move can never be simple and uncomplicated, of course. Well, hopefully we're starting early enough to get the worst out of the way so we can just enjoy the summer.
Coming up in February: tackling the potty-training monster, another trip to Aviano, getting more of the move details finalized, working on the dreaded taxes, and another OB appointment. Plus while you guys (in Alabama, anyway) are celebrating Fat Tuesday next week, we'll be celebrating Fasnik. That's when the kids here in Croatia dress up and go trick or treating, instead of Halloween.
Joel shoveling snow in our driveway.
Abby after a full portion of pasta. She reminds me of that plant in Little Shop of Horrors: "Feed Me, Feed Me."
That's all from us. Happy Mardi Gras to all!
Love, Julie, Joel, and Abby
