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fleaProcured pink linen skirt at the mall yesterday, after much looking. For the May wedding. I know this is not a problem it's easy to sympathize with, but I need to work a little harder to keep my weight on. I knew I was on the low end of my normal, but I tried on a skirt in Banana Republic and a 6 was too big, and that's not right. I have never worn a 4 in my adult life. And then the skirt I bought, at Bennetton, was what the salesgirl said was a 4, although in my memory an Italian 40 is more like a 6-8. Anyway, like the skirt. There was a mega sale on last year's sweaters, so I got a basic wool turtleneck, camel-colored, for $14. Picked the pink over the greyed lilac skirt on the advice of a six year old in the dressing room (who also peeked her head out from the curtains to tell me "I'm getting naked!") The skirt is basic pastel pink but not too washed out, bias cut, knee length, with several irregular pleats in the back. I now am in dire need of an appropriate slip - I think even with my one pair of non-black underpants on it would be revealing. The mall was fun - we ate ice cream, and Casper flirted with all and sundry, and mr. flea enjoyed people-watching the 14 year olds on dates. Not something I like to do all the time, but this was the first time we'd been to the jumbomall since Casper was born. (Seven moths today).
mr. flea was in charge of The Fussa last night for the night shift. His plan is to pat her and talk to her when she cries in the night, but only pick her up and/or nurse her every 3 hours. He can be firmer than me about letting her cry a bit, and also, being less tired, is patient and doesn't just say "oh screw it, here's the breast." First coherent words to me at 5:45 AM - "Being in charge of The Fussa all night is HARD." No kidding, dude! Hope he can keep it up all week - maybe his firmness can break her habits a little. I am also more able to relax - and let's face it, stress is not conducive to sleep - when I know that her crying may wake me, but I am not in charge of deciding what to do about it and keeping track of time - I just nurse her if she's handed to me.
Lovely hot day yesterday. We walked to a yard sale at 7:30 am, Casper and I, under the shade of huge oak trees just beginning to mist green. One woman running the sale said people rang the doorbell staring at 6 AM! Hard-core yard-sale people = freaky. Scored some good summer clothes (3 families in the sale, each with 2 daughters - it was girly overload) and a $5 backpack carrier that is too small for mr. flea but suits me fine. She's really too heavy for me in the Baby Bjorn now. We sat out on a quilt in the backyard in the shade, just lounging, for an hour mid-day. But it probably hit 80 by mid-afternoon and I had that reminder that punishing summer is coming soon. Enjoy the fleeting southern spring while we can.
mr. flea was in charge of The Fussa last night for the night shift. His plan is to pat her and talk to her when she cries in the night, but only pick her up and/or nurse her every 3 hours. He can be firmer than me about letting her cry a bit, and also, being less tired, is patient and doesn't just say "oh screw it, here's the breast." First coherent words to me at 5:45 AM - "Being in charge of The Fussa all night is HARD." No kidding, dude! Hope he can keep it up all week - maybe his firmness can break her habits a little. I am also more able to relax - and let's face it, stress is not conducive to sleep - when I know that her crying may wake me, but I am not in charge of deciding what to do about it and keeping track of time - I just nurse her if she's handed to me.
Lovely hot day yesterday. We walked to a yard sale at 7:30 am, Casper and I, under the shade of huge oak trees just beginning to mist green. One woman running the sale said people rang the doorbell staring at 6 AM! Hard-core yard-sale people = freaky. Scored some good summer clothes (3 families in the sale, each with 2 daughters - it was girly overload) and a $5 backpack carrier that is too small for mr. flea but suits me fine. She's really too heavy for me in the Baby Bjorn now. We sat out on a quilt in the backyard in the shade, just lounging, for an hour mid-day. But it probably hit 80 by mid-afternoon and I had that reminder that punishing summer is coming soon. Enjoy the fleeting southern spring while we can.
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Date: 2004-03-28 11:48 am (UTC)When I remember this translates to "I am not able to eat what/how I like, and keep my body be in the shape I'd like it to be," it's an infinitely sympathetic problem. The nursing is going to make it more of a challenge for you, too. I now want a pink linen skirt, by the way.