Bridgette received this toy from Gramma and Grampa Hoose for Christmas. She likes to handle, bang, and throw the pieces about. That's what I do when trying something new too. In this household, it's what we call learning.
This week I began medication to up my breast milk supply, and it seems to be working. I'm not overflowing with milk and honey, but my child appears to be getting enough for the first time in a month. Since she bites... ow!... I no longer nurse but spend a great deal of time (did I mention that I spend a GREAT DEAL OF TIME) pumping. So I can quantify her milk. And it has increased. Yip, yip!
As of Sunday and Tuesday, Bridgette was eating better too. As of Monday she was not. Still touch and go in that department. Similar results with her sleeping. We still don't get more than 6 hours in a row (oh, but that was a beautiful night) on good days, but on bad days, like last night, we're lucky to get two. Again, not sure what's happening, but someday she'll speak in full sentences and explain why she is upset.
Actually, I think last night she may have had her first true night terror. Poor babe.
Today the blessed news is that she picked up a Baby Mum-Mum (a specially-designed melt-in-your-mouth rice-crisp) and jammed it in her mush. Success! Did I mention today was a good eating day? But she really really doesn't like peas. Or Gourmet Organic Chicken Mango Risotto that happens to have split pea flakes in it.
Our one outing this week was to the mall on Saturday while Papa Jeff was home. The intent was to traipse around and look at stuff thereby increasing the connections in Bri's gray-matter. But we ate at California Pizza Kitchen instead. It called to us. And who are we to shirk a call to eat pizza? Actually, I got split pea soup. Oh the irony.
In this photo at CPK, you will see Bridgette in one of my favorite new outfits... because I really like sea turtles. Of course, she was mistaken for a boy. But it was worth it.
Here is a picture of the Johnson girls on the "girl couch." We end up together a lot. Sometimes on the other girl couch. Or the girl bed. Or in the girl office. Sometimes we all lie on the girl floor. Sometimes Chewy joins us and then it's no longer sexist.
In school news, I completed my first of many FEMA independent study courses today. It was a daylong, drawn-out, laborious process punctuated by feedings, pumpings, nappings, cryings, playings, and picking-toys-up-off-the-ground-again-ings. But the first of my building blocks has been stacked. And at the moment, I feel ready for more.