Shouldn't testing nipples be fun?

You would think so. But Daddy P must not have because I was charged with the task of picking out a new bottle. Baby Kate has recently refused to use our Born Free bottles. Which absolutely sucks because after three months we have quite a few and they aren't exactly cheap. Daddy P and her local Grandparents have reported huge problems with the Born Free nipple though. Baby Kate, I guess, just really sucks. She collapses the nipple and then gets annoyed and protests. One night she would only eat a half ounce out of the bottle!

My first try was with the Playtex Flex-something-er-other. It had a valve in the bottle of the bottle promising less gas and colic (always good), but dripped everywhere. And, it didn't pass the Kate test either.

Today, I bought a Nuby Natural Touch bottle. Very funky looking, which I thought was promising.



Daddy P gave it a whirl this afternoon and got 4 1/2 ounces in the kid, which is a record when it comes to bottle feeding. He was super excited about this bottle. It was rather amusing until my cheeks started to blush a little with jealousy.

Now that we've solved our bottle problem I am debating our next nipple problem: the pacifier. Kate hates it. She will rarely take it, and sometimes you just really need a soother. For instance, when you are trapped in the car with her screaming for twenty solid minutes. I would be happy then if she would use it to calm down. But, the "soothie" doesn't soothe... I am debating whether or not this is a blessing or a curse...

Fade to black... or at least, a muddy yellow

I think it is inevitable that when you are doing two loads of wash a day, that you screw one up once in a while. Daddy P lost a shirt to careless washing, and baby Kate had her yellows end up with the darks. She no longer has that crisp sparkle that she did... but I don't think she cares too much.



These past few weeks I have been learning what it means to work from home with an infant.

Exhibit A: my home office.

Finger WHERE?!

Daddy P is a smart man. He's good at figuring out when to call doctors and ask questions. Like today. "Is seven days too long in between poops?" Answer: yes. So, out he goes to the drug store. Home he comes with suppositories. Five minutes later I've officially stuck my finger up our baby's butt. It's been hours now and nothing! No results at all! I am waiting for the blow out. I have been all day. I didn't even take her out with me earlier today for fear she'd blow out all over me! But still... nothing! What gives? (haha, I guess nothing does yet... ick)

The Big Roll

At 16 weeks, Kate officially rolled over. Woo hoo! Back to tummy and then back to her side.

And in keeping with this grand event, we have made several small changes to the house with the knowledge that one day she will indeed be crawling.




Grandpa R added the dark blue rails to the staircase to make it babysafer. I spent a little time nailing foamboard to the back of our computer desk to make the wires inaccessible. We still have much more to do (obviously) but I figure we've got several months left.

On this momentous day...

... Kate chose her man.



She's excited about Obama, too... she just has already outgrown her Obama onesie.