So far

Emer is thirteen weeks today, three months tomorrow. Today she rolled over for the first time, front to back, twice. First time she fell off her cushion. Second time I knew better than to leave her on a raised surface ever again, so that's ok.

Linnea did the kind of poo that explodes up the back and sticks everywhere. And Rob knocked on the door as I was cleaning it up and she ran to answer. However, I am full of the might that comes with righteousness and there is no poo anywhere there oughtn't be except on her vest which can go in the laundry.

No-one came to the NCT Coffee Afternoon, which is fine.

Organic farm-raised cod isn't worth the money. I'll stick to mackerel in future.

I need some kind of wishlist thing so I can keep track of ideas for Christmas presents for the kids.

I read a Jenny Crusie (need to find more; need to find a bibliography) and part of a breastfeeding book which made me angry.

Emer's napping longer and longer and mainly upstairs in our room, not downstairs as before.

I went into the attic and tidied loads of stuff up, then sorted out Linnea's bedding. We have more space and more organisation.

I am knackered and tomorrow is Tigglers Togglers and I hope also to go to town and do things in the post office.

Nipple preference

My baby is three months tomorrow and she has developed nipple preference. She's never had a bottle, of course. What she would prefer is my hormone-driven nipples that spray milk down the throat at the merest brush of baby lips. These weird freaky ones that need to be sucked on anger her greatly. She screams herself hoarse. Sometimes manually expressing until there's milk on the surface of my skin helps, sometimes not. It's worse when she's tired.