TWO!
How in the world? She is so hysterical and crazy fun right now. But along with that comes hysterical (as in hysteria due to complete bat shit breakdowns because things are not exactly the way she wants them) and crazy fun (as in crazy screaming running around the grocery store yelling "NO! FUN!" as I chase after her telling her to put the jar of pickles down, but she doesn't want to. It's fun.)
It's like I'm living with someone who has lightning quick manic depression. One second she's thrilled about life, the next she's on the floor kicking her feet because the dog sniffed her wrong.
Proof she is my daughter:
Tula is a magical 13 weeks old today! She is so happy, and coo-y, and will sqwak at you if you don't pay attention to her. We had a rough few weeks where she was pooping blood (yeah) and then I cut out all dairy and voila! No more blood! This is hard because do you know what dairy is in? EVERYTHING. It's seriously the best diet I never wanted. As soon as I'm done breastfeeding I'm going to take a bath in ice cream and eat my way out of it while I snort lines of butter and mainline chocolate.
We also had to start supplementing with formula (an ounce after every breastfeeding) because girlfriend was cranky and not gaining enough weight. I had no faith in it, but I guess doctors go to school for a reason because it totally worked. She's happy, and chubby, and is still nursing which is good. I was afraid she'd like the bottle too much but she's an equal opportunity eater. She doesn't discriminate she just eats. Just like her parents.
13 Weeks! Enjoying the sunshine!
Loooooooove.
Happy goofball.
Getting ready for her first race. She made it about a quarter of the way before she got distracted and screamed, "Grass!" and then ran to play in the grass.
Sleeping burrito baby. I want to eat her up.
