Writing from the lame-o blogger iPhone app once again. Be prepared.
Our fridge has been on the fritz this week (fridge on the fritz has a nice ring to it). This has involved things like hurriedly schlepping liquid gold, ie my milk stash, to my parents' freezer and throwing away perfectly good food like turkey meat that wasn't expired yet but is too scary to me to use if not refrigerated cold enough (terrible sentence but you know what I mean).
We tried rice cereal with Juliette several times this week. She was waking up in the middle of the night, ravenous, so we thought maybe it was time (and our pediatrician recommended starting sometime between 4-6 mos). She's not in love with it yet (not really at all), nor is she in love with sitting in her little high chair. And Mommy is not in love with the mess. (Yes I can hear you sitting there thinking, this is just the tip of the iceberg you wacko). I don't know if the cereal contributed to this or not (I think not really since I'm not sure how much cereal has actually been swallowed) but she did sleep all night last night, 7:30-7, PTL.
Another something on my mind: I wish there was some sort of manual or forum or booklet for bringing your not-newborn infant home from a hospital stay. All the google search results I've found pertain to newborns coming home from the NICU. N/A for us. Maybe I could eventually write some stuff, for the sake of the Internet and all, but I'm not sure if it would help, given that our experience is just one out of jillions. Something to consider though.
Tragically, my very sweet little (6'2") brother Scottie lost his best friend this week in a car crash. Please say a prayer for him and for her family if you can.
We'll have a working fridge tomorrow.