Alicia has had so many milestones within the past week. She is taking steps on her own, though she usually only likes to walk to me. If Chris holds out his hands to her, she will take a couple of steps and then try and turn around to come back to me. She is pretty proud of herself and loves it when I take the time for her to walk to me. She has started letting go of chairs and such to walk to me, but if the distance seems to far, she will sit down and crawl. I guess she knows what her limits are.
For a couple weeks, all Alicia would do was climb the first step on the stairs but yesterday, she just took off and climbed to the landing. All of a sudden she figured it out. Can’t leave her for very long in one spot.
I was praying last Wednesday about what more I could do to lose weight. Right now, I walk on the treadmill for one hour five days a week (that is broken up into two ½ hour shifts–one in the morning at 6 am and then later around 11 am after Amy goes down for her nap) and try to fit in 15-20 minutes of strength training when my girls allow it. Alicia has been waking up at 6:00 am for the last couple of weeks. I get her up and put her in the playpen beside me, but 30 minutes is about her limit in there. The impression I received as I was praying was “stop nursing”. I was trying to hold out for another month, since that was my own imposed time schedule, I struggled with the feeling of letting Alicia down. She doesn’t seem to see it that way. She is happier, I think, without the bother of nursing. After cutting back to only night and morning feedings in April, I wasn’t producing as much milk, and it would usually take one to two minutes before my milk came in. She was getting pretty frustrated and it was more of an endurance test to see if she would have enough patience to wait. It certainly has not been as painful or as difficult as with Amy. I stopped nursing Amy one night after my milk had already come in because she wouldn’t stop biting me. I kept getting more and more full as the week progressed and subsequently, in more and more pain. It feels wonderful to have my body to myself again.
Alicia has figured out how to drink from a sippy cup as well as a straw, so transitioning from bottle to cup shouldn’t be difficult at all. Though she only associates the sippy cup with water right now and doesn’t like to have juice or milk from one. She is also eating more of our food and seems to enjoy feeding herself.
Amy surprises us with her funny sayings all of the time. You know she has been watching too many commercials when she yells out, “Call now” when there is a commercial selling something or a lawyer commercial.
Chris has been trying to explain to Amy that when people in church bear their testimonies and start to cry that they aren’t really sad. He calls it “happy sad” so that she kind of understands. Yesterday she was telling me that daddy was really happy sad when he found out that she had colored on the wall in her bedroom. I told her that I doubted that there was any happiness involved at all.
Amy was coloring in the office yesterday and said that she was going to draw a picture of daddy. “He’s big tall. Whew. Daddy’s big tall.”
We had Family Home Evening last night to teach Amy about fire safety and calling 9-1-1. We showed her about fires and how mommy and daddy are the only ones who light candles. Chris showed her the fire extinguisher and explained that it sprayed water on big fires. We had a fire drill and practiced running out of the house when it went off. After that, we pretended that mommy was hurt and taught her how to reach the telephone. We need to work on dialing 9-1-1 some more, but I think she caught on to the idea. She was intrigued by the idea of learning, and you could tell that she was soaking up the information. This morning she has already talked about running outside and pointed out the fire extinguisher.
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