Non-Obligatory December 1 Post

I am sick. Obviously, because I have 8 days until my first final, and just under a ridiculous amount of work to do left, not to mention three debate tournaments in two weekends and a small person to keep alive with the resources of my body.

Instead of doing any of those things, however, I came home early after a side trip to Target and took some medicine and a nap, and now I'm trying fruitlessly to get started working since I feel like being asleep should get me some time up now. Unfortunately, having a stuffy head gets in the way of productivity.

Luckily, I guess, I had a really productive morning, so I should still be okay for the week. I feel like I should have something pithy to add other than the fact that I got my Contracts outline all done and am really proud of it, but I think that the next 17 days are going to be just that boring.

On the Last Day of NaBloPoMo . . .

I am up at 630 in the morning because Kiernan has this habit of going to Ari and Becca's house and sleeping through the night, and has been asleep for seven and a half hours. I haven't feed her for almost ten, so getting up was necessary. (Obviously, I didn't wake Kiernan.)

I can't believe that November is almost over, that today is the last day. The semester is going so quickly, which is net positive, and means I'm one step closer to a slightly lower level of insanity, but I feel like I should be waxing nostalgia about how my baby is getting so big too quickly. I'm glad I did NaBloPoMo, to try to get some of those memories down, even if they were often just explanations of pictures I'd taken of her. It wasn't always pretty, but I'm happy to have those entries.

In closing, a ridiculous story:

I had this awful dream last night that my sister had somehow morphed into Ashlee Simpson and that Pete Wentz had convinced her that breastfeeding was bad and was running around the building that we both seemed to live in, handing out propaganda that said that no one should breasfeed - I don't know the reasons given in the propaganda, because I was so angry in the dream at my sister/Ashlee that I had to leave, and was considering just breastfeeding little Bronx in addition to Kiernan but he didn't know how to latch and Pete Wentz was trying to find me to take the baby because was so opposed.

Weirdly, I'm still kind of furious about it.

Thanksgiving II (Fifth Edition)!

Since Thursday was the anniversary of our telling everyone that Kiernan would be coming into existence soon, tonight's Thanksgiving II celebration at Becca and Ari's house was nice, since it was her debut at the event.

Speaking of which, Kiernan's getting way more interactive - she can smile at people, and grab for toys, and even giggle (especially when I pretend to eat her hands, which she finds hysterical).

The picture above is from Baxter's dad's judge induction, which happened last week and where she got a chance to catch up with one set of her great-grandparents and eat a program while looking adorable in a jumper that has tiny wiener dogs (!) running around on it.

Big Girl Steps

As part of our Thanksgiving extravaganza, Kiernan got her very first oat cereal yesterday, in the high chair we got to set up in the dining room. Baxter was very concerned because she doesn't seem to actually eat a whole lot of it, but she had a great time with the spoon and the cereal and playing in her high chair. She seems to be about as small as you can be and still fit in the chair sitting up. Karly commented that she looks like she's in a jet pack or about to ride a roller coaster, and the analogy is not inaccurate.

I don't know what I thought with the baby cereal, but oat flakes were not it. They're so powdery- I think I imagined something more like Cream of Wheat or actual oats, but they're more like soap flakes. It's really weird.

We thought about having Kiernan "eat" at the table for Thanksgiving by sitting in her high chair and playing with toys, but she sat on my lap instead and tried to grab my potatoes. She didn't get any, but it was a valiant effort on her part.

Happy Thanksgiving!