So the snortlepig started throwing up last night. Usually I enjoy those parenting milestone moments during which one realises how much one’s baby is growing up - suddenly noticing how tall she is compared to the bookshelf, or counting how many “tricks” she can do. Realising that her vomit now smells like adult vomit rather than baby milky vomit? Not so much.
At least it explained why she’d been whiny and clingy for the past 24 hours. After a night of solid breastfeeding, she seems more like her usual self - she recovered sufficiently to empty several cups of chapatti flour over the floor and into a bunch of storage containers this morning, anyway. I’m so pleased.
On the off-chance that she relapses, though, I don’t feel I should issue myself any particularly strenuous Challenges this week. My to-do list is the same as always - work on my skirt and my sister-in-law’s baby present, try to keep the house clean, do a bit of writing (I have an article due next Monday), do my Bible study homework, make more Helpdesk Muffins, yadda yadda. Oh, and before tomorrow night I need to make a caramel cheesecake and wrap up a present for my sister’s birthday. Nothing too scintillating.
So, let’s see. This week’s Challenge shall be: health and weather permitting, to do something outdoorsy with the dude every day. This can include working around the garden, but not just checking the mail and feeding the chickens, for that is Cheating.
Speaking of chickens, here are some photos from the snortlepig’s recent expedition to the Arboretum. Her foreign aunt will kindly note that I made the cape myself.
And from the Sports Museum on another recent trip (her foreign ant will recognise the jacket, but the trousies were also made by moi):
Yes, my hair is in Minnie Mouse ears. What of it?
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