!@(smile.jpg popimg: “Smiley Girl”)Picture Of The Day: Sierra laughing at her Daddy
Although Sierra is still sick, I just HAD to get out of the house – I was going stir crazy ’cause other than my interview last week Thursday, and Sierra’s immunizations on Wednesday, I hadn’t !@(larger_magictrainer.jpg popimg: “Magic Trainer Sippy Cup”)been out for almost a week. So I packed her up and took her to the mall where we spent 3 glorious hours shopping! Yay! Shopping! Unfortunately I haven’t done my Christmas shopping list yet, so I didn’t buy anything – well except for a sippy cup … I’m hoping to teach Sierra how to use one ’cause it’s starting to drive me insane that I can’t go anywhere without her. I’m dying to go out for a run on Sunday mornings with my club, but if she’s refusing a bottle, how can I do that? Yes – my loss of freedom is starting to get to me – I’m beginning to feel isolated, a prisoner of my own home. – even downright lonely. Sure I see my parents and my hubby, but even then we stay at home – I need to feel like a real person again! A fully functioning member of society! When I do say f-it and take her out, Sierra repays me by being incredibly fussy and tired all evening – going to bed early and then getting up early the next morning! Arrgh! I can’t win!
Anyways – does anyone have any experience in teaching a baby to take a sippy cup? A bottle? Or even baby cereal for that matter? Daddy is more than willing to give me Sunday mornings off, just so long as he has a means of feeding her. Sierra isn’t too fond of her cereal – spits it out, razzes on the spoon splattering cereal all over me, or even worse – wailing – crying like I’m trying to torture her by offering it to her – I’ve tried 2 differnet kinds. And the bottle didn’t go over so well on Thursday either – she likes to play with it, but all hell breaks loose when *SURPRISE* milk comes out of it, even though she’s hungry! I want to go out without constantly worrying if she’s crying because she’s hungry and I’m not there to feed her. I want to feel confident that my hubby can feed her. Sigh… what’s a mother to do?