It's all in the timing

After spending several hours with me, my baby girl spit up profusely just 30 seconds after the hand-off to daddy. Good timing!

Now if I could train her to only poop in day care.

Another lady in the house

Before baby, our evening routine was as follows:
1. Husband gives wife and kiss and turns on Fox News.
2. Husband reiterates he needs 20 minutes of quiet time with the TV to decompress.
3. Wife finds it nearly impossible to stay quiet for 20 minutes, often neglecting above agreement to tell an anecdote about the day or share her liberal bias on the news.

These days, my baby loves to babble for the first hour or so she's home. I'm sure she's telling me about her day at daycare, and perhaps ranting about how Bill O'Reilly is a *#&$. Sure is nice to have another lady in the house!

Hunger Strike Update

Our daughter held out till 2 pm today, but then she did finally give up and empty a bottle for the first time in daycare! Whoot! Then tonight after 10 minutes in the bath, she was trying to drink her bath water. No accounting for taste.

I'm still considering taking a break from orchestra till we get back on track with the bottle feedings. Meanwhile, I've been "Feelin' Groovy" and seeing "America" on the piano. Yes, I'm a Simon and Garfunkel fan. My brother and I used to play my parents' "Sounds of Silence" record all the time. My grandmother likes the later Paul Simon records, too. That means our daughter could be a fourth generation fan!

My little Gandhi

The baby is now going on an hunger strike as I start back to work. All day at day care she refuses to take more than a couple ounces. She prefers breast over bottle, and I can't really blame her for that. But to the point of going hungry? Stubborn, stubborn girl. I guess she is really mine after all.