A Brief Update

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Here's just a brief update for ya! It's almost Lil's half birthday, so I'll save our more detailed update for then!
  • Lil cut her first tooth! But she doesn't really like showing me - or anyone for that matter - so no photos. Sorry. There's not a whole lot to see yet anyway! But my prayer is that Lil doesn't bite me! I plan to keep nursing until she's at least a year. Prayers welcome.
  • We are having some separation anxiety issues here! It's really hit or miss. Sometimes when I leave Lil she cries briefly and then is fine. Other times she cries non-stop until either a) she cries herself to sleep or b) I return.
  • As for the chickens, no eggs yet. Three aren't mature enough. We don't know anything about the fourth. But when it's above 100 degrees every day, we aren't really counting on eggs for awhile.
  • If you haven't already seen, I'm giving away a Jeep Liberty Sport X stroller over at Thankfully Thrifty! If you wanna win, do so here!
Lil chewing on her dress. Best photo we could come up with!

Comments

  1. caitAugust 4, 2011 at 6:58 PM

    prayers will be lifted for yah! I can't believe she's almost 6 months!! crazy!

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  2. Nicole @ Wonderful Joy AheadAugust 4, 2011 at 11:16 PM

    Just a word of encouragement (and of course, every kid is different). LE only bit twice, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I was advised to not react so that she didn't think that it was funny or a game.
    Hopefully Lil won't be a biter! :)

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  3. KristinaAugust 5, 2011 at 1:10 AM

    Awww poor baby with the anxiety. H has horrible anxiety, lots of baby wearing and creative togetherness for us. I can't let her cry herself to sleep, its too sad and she'd be at it for hours.

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  4. AshleighAugust 5, 2011 at 7:49 AM

    Thanks Nicole!! I heard to thump them on the cheek, no?

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