Monday, July 03, 2006

Let's Do The Time Warp

When I left the house this morning for work S was three-years-old. When I returned home from work she had on lipstick, nail polish and glitter make-up all over her face. Heart palpitations ensued. Sure it was only play make-up she'd gotten at the store earlier in the day, but it was something I wasn't prepared to see. There needs to be some sort of warning phone call placed before I leave work when I'm to return home to a short little 25-year-old. It was made better, though, when she crawled up in my lap and snuggled up to me just like the little girl I'd last seen sleeping in her Dora nightgown before leaving in the morning. But then she got glitter on my shirt so I made her get up.

In other news: I gave GK her first bottle tonight after work. Apparently this is a milestone for mothers. I understand the importance of breastfeeding - the bonding, the nutrients, the antibodies, blah, blah, blah. What's the best part of breastfeeding, though, guys? The fact that I can't do it. Her leap into bottle feeding just heralds an era of something else for me to do. I'm still lobbying for breastfeeding in the middle of the night, though. She didn't even do that good of a job with the bottle, but she may have been distracted by all the glitter I was wiping off my shirt and onto hers.


Kristy said...

Hold up! "Leap into bottle feeding??" Please do not make it sound like we are switching from breast to bottle. I have a reputation as a psychopathic breastfeeder to uphold, after all. We are just introducing bottles of *breast milk* so she will be prepared to take them when I go back to work in a Month. There's about a 100% chance that this baby will still be nursing in the middle of the night when she's two years old, as you well know.

Andria said...

Heh. I knew there would be a maternal objection to your semantics. And unless you're secretly handy with a breastpump, you're still getting the sweet end of the deal.