The irony of this d-bag's statement makes me want to scream:
Dobson Accuses Obama of 'distorting Bible'
"I think he's deliberately distorting the traditional understanding of the Bible to fit his own worldview, his own confused theology," Dobson said."... He is dragging biblical understanding through the gutter."
This from the guy who denounces Spongebob Squarepants as a menacing agent of the Homosexual Agenda and who urged politicians not to pass a hate crime law protecting gays from violent bigots.
Some people make my head hurt.
11 Days.
Wow.
On day 10, I took him to the doctor, just to make sure everything was fine. It is, but the poor fellow had to endure a rectal thermometer check. It wasn't to take his temperature, it was to see if, well, if there was a train expected to arrive at the station any time soon.
The doctor sent us home, telling me that the thermometer likely would cause Something to happen either that day or the next. And it did. And did. And did.
The doctor told me that he was most likely going through a growth spurt, which is good, because his weight puts him in the tenth percentile, and weight gain is a good thing. However, apparently my milk production hadn't kept pace, so he was using every calorie he could get from me. She told me to give it a month, and we'll see where his weight is at his next check up.
I'm relieved, but still a little anxious. One side of my head says that things are fine, that Bean was small too, and she doesn't have a tail. The other side of my head says that I'm failing as a nurser, and that my milk not nutritious enough for him, and remember that stash of hospital formula in the medicine cabinet? It would be sooooo easy to reach for it.
I'm thinking about emailing my lactiation consultant for a pep talk, since a crisis of confidence about breastfeeding is not a good thing for a fragile mom's ego.
But in the meantime, I'm glad to be mopping up baby poo, even if it is 11 days overdue.
This is day 9 of Chris not pooping. He's fine, and what goes in must come out EVENTUALLY, but it's a little unnerving. He's a happy little dude, and isn't constipated. If I went nine days without, you know, I'd be fit to be tied.
I took my sister-in-law's advice and have been eating a lot of bran and prunes, hoping that the, erm, benefits would pass along to him.
No go. Literally.
Problem is, Bean wants to eat whatever I'm eating, so she has been eating a lot of prunes and bran, too.
Ugh.
So there's only one person in this house who's full of it. For once, it isn't me.
My grocery bill for the next several weeks came to $260.23 after saving $114.80 in discounts and coupons.
Awww yeah.
Bean told me about a dream of hers for the first time this morning. She woke up and found me downstairs (HI MAMA!). I took her upstairs to change her diaper and asked if she had good dreams (like I ask every morning), but this time, she finally told me about one:
Me: Did you have sweet dreams, sweetie?
Bean: YEAH. GWOBEE (babble) BIK BIRT (babble) COOKIE MONNTER (babble) TOWEE AND TIMBERRR! AWETHOME!
So, apparently, she, Grover, Big Bird, and Cookie Monster built a tower with her blocks and knocked them down. It was awesome.