Thursday, August 10, 2006

No more bottle!

Today was the first day of our "Off the Bottle" campaign for Mercy. I know technically she's supposed to be off the bottle by the age of one, but I just didn't have the emotional energy to deal with it till today. There was no prior planning or anything. In fact, she's in the middle of teething yet another top tooth and she was whiny and clingy, yet I still thought today would be a good day to give it a go. And you know what? It was a good day!

She only got slightly frustrated at breakfast about not having her bottle. I did notice that she clung ever more tightly to her binky and her passy. I figure that's ok for now. Even nap times were fairly simple. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't going to just let me rock her to sleep. I had to sing a bit and just place her in her crib, but she didn't fuss. It was truly a God kind of amazing!

Of course we had to celebrate by going out to Babies R Us and getting a bunch of new sippy cups to try! She didn't mind that a bit. She and I both enjoy a change of scenery every once in a while. She drank less total all day, but that's really more of a good thing since I suspect she was having way too much milk as it was. That really helped the cloth diaper thing also, cause she didn't go so much.

I read online last night that a good cloth diaper should go at least 3 hours. That was the max of the max for her a few days ago without a doubler. Not today! 3 hours was fine--it was just right really. I think this is going to be a fabulous new stage in life.

Speaking of fabulous new stages...I stepped on a scale today and noticed much to my surprise that I had lost a significant amount of weight without even trying. I will say I have not been having my daily coffee simply because the heat makes that unattractive. And, Jason and I have been pinching every penny and thus have rarely eaten out. When I say rarely, I mean very rarely! I guess all of those things help. I was thrilled, anyway, standing there on the scale and finding myself only 6 small pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight. Then I was thrilled in another way...I always said that I wouldn't try for another kid till I had gotten back down in weight! That's coming soon! Of course there's no law that says I have to start trying the day I lose my last pound. It's highly unlikely at that. But it was a slightly mixed up revelation none-the-less.