Lucky seven. (Months, that is.)

On St. Patrick's Day, Stella turned seven months old. I'm pretty sure that means she can get a driver's permit. And maybe even a part-time job. At the very least, she can sit up for long periods of time before the weight of her large head pulls her over. She can tickle the ivories like… Continue reading Lucky seven. (Months, that is.)

“Formula was a bad choice…”

Almost drank a glass of formula before bed last night. Instead of grabbing the Brita pitcher, I grabbed Stella's Dr. Brown's formula pitcher and started to pour. Luckily, I noticed something was off before I took a big thirsty gulp. Her non-dairy, amino-acid based formula smells like feet and tastes like a liquid multi-vitamin--gross, but… Continue reading “Formula was a bad choice…”

My other resume

I've jumped back into the freelance writing life in an effort to make a bit of money while I stay home with Stella Bella. This, of course, necessitated the updating of my resume. It got me thinking. Some of my most impressive achievements and abilities will never grace the pages of this supposedly all-important document.… Continue reading My other resume

At six months, a weight is lifted.

Stella has been weighed dozens and dozens and dozens of times during her six months here on earth. More times than the average Orange County housewife--nevermind the average baby. Many more times than a parent can reasonably expect to endure while maintaining his or her sanity. For close to three months, we went to the… Continue reading At six months, a weight is lifted.

A brighter day.

Okay. So we're 99% sure that Stella's change in eating habits is due to the pain of teething. I heard from Robin today and she reminded me that it will take months for us to really relax and not worry so much about how she eats. Stella is just fine. We are expecting a tooth… Continue reading A brighter day.

Please no.

Stella has been getting more and more difficult around eating again and I am starting to freak out about it. She is starting to refuse the bottle more and more. She doesn't want to eat upon waking up after sleeping for 10 to 11 hours. We now wait an hour after she wakes up, and… Continue reading Please no.

A freakout. A rant. And endless gratitude.

Early this afternoon, Stella got upset and took only 100 mls from the bottle. It was really weird. All my fears and worries came rushing back. Granted, she took around 180 before and after that. But what a scare. I was so upset, I yelled at Cody like a maniac. He was holding her because… Continue reading A freakout. A rant. And endless gratitude.

Toes company

Stella would be very happy if left naked and able to nibble on her toes all day long. That's right. Today, she finally, after many past efforts, put her foot in her mouth, and chomped on her big toe. And then she kept doing it. Over and over. She is talking more and more. Making… Continue reading Toes company

A “grand” day

Today, Stella enjoyed 1000 mls from the bottle. It's our family's equivalent of breaking the sound barrier, or walking on the moon. It's historic and worthy of endless news coverage. I just fed her. It's such a lovely, peaceful, fulfilling, loving experience--even if it's not breastfeeding anymore! We sit in the rocking chair next to… Continue reading A “grand” day

Days 22 through 25: Stella got her groove back

As Stella's occupational therapist put it, "Stella has internalized the joy of eating." Her feeding aversion is, well, history. A memory. Though not a distant memory, of course. We still get nervous if she goes for a long stretch without eating. We still watch her eating behavior like mama and papa hawks, and breathe a… Continue reading Days 22 through 25: Stella got her groove back