It's that time again! I'm pretty amazed with myself for doing this TWICE in a row! I usually have a hard time committing when it comes to my blog.
He's still not eating very much food. *sigh* And so far he's shown an allergy to dairy and possibly wheat . On the bright side, he's nursing like a champ! All. night. long. *yawn*
He's been "talking" for a few months now and I was telling Mr. N the other day that he sounds German or Russian. His chattering is very consonant heavy; Bft! Bopt! Dipt! Bch! It's adorable. See for yourself: (Also notice, he's acquired the nickname, "Bubby." I'm also trying to get him to say "Mama" to which he usually replies, "dadadadada." Hmph.)
--- I have BANNED Frozen songs from being sung in our house. BANNED. After months of "Let It Go" being sung day after day after long shove-an-ice-pick-in-my-eye day, I had to put a stop to it. It's not even funny, people. Now I make the girls pay me if they even so much as hum a Frozen tune. True story.
Incidentally, I had no idea how many times we said the phrase "let it (her, him, them) go" in conversation.
---I really want to make my own diaper bag and am hope to have time to do that soon. BAHAHAHA! That was a good one.
The truth is, I could make the time if I really wanted to. It's just when evening comes around, when I'd most likely be able to get the bag done, I'm exhausted. I usually choose to sit and chat with Mr. N or read on my Kindle or stare blankly into space. You know, productive things like that. So it's not so much that I don't have time, I just don't make time.
Here's the bag that I want to make. I really want a diaper bag that doesn't look like a diaper bag, but even more, I want one I can wash. Hopefully before Littlest turns 5 I can get it done.
That's it for this week. If you'd like to join in, let me know. I'd love to read what you're up to!