First, and aside with photos. Apparently I can only post them at the top of a post, unless perhaps I go code them into html. Here is Noah going sledding outside the house. (Which is much better than inside the house.)
I've had a lousy day. I woke up with a migraine. It's from sinuses, that I know, and I did my best to prevent it. (Lots of water, sudafed and guiafesen last night, even a dose of tylenol) I woke up with it this morning at 6 am, and threw up until 1 pm. The second dose of fiorocet (better known at the Loopy Drug) seems to have knocked it out. I still have a headache, but it's on it's way out. I'd quote Dick Cheny here, but I really dislike him so much I can't even do it in jest on a blog.
Anyhoo, I'm still breastfeeding, which is why I couldn't just take my rescue drug (generally Imitrex, sometimes Relpax, which is similar). I guess in a sad way it's good for me to grit my teeth through these, as it proves to myself that I can do it, and it's been so long since I've had to I've kinda forgotten I could. Of course, that entirely depends on having someone to care for Noah. Today would have been a nightmare without John. Noah loves toilets. Having me heaving into one it highly novel to him, and it's hard to keep him from getting into trouble while I'm otherwise indisposed. It's better he's with someone else.
I never thought I'd breastfeed past Noah's birthday. I'm fine with other people doing it (unless they have to go to pre-school with their child for snack time), but I've never thought it was for me. We're down to three times a day. Once in the morning, and before each nap. That was a terrible habit to get into, and the main reason we're still doing it.
I know Noah doesn't need it. He did fine today with his dad, with no nursing at all. That's because he didn't have a choice, and he knew it, and he managed. When it's just me, him, and an upcoming nap, he wants me, and inside out little vacumn, it's hard to pull the plug on it, to be honest. Although I think that's coming in the next few weeks.
Anyhoo, now that I've overshared with you, I'll progress to Christmas. It was lovely. We spent the weekend before Christmas in Watertown, and Christmas Eve and Day at home. It was busy without being crazy. Very, very nice.
Noah was totally into opening presents. Noah cleaned up at both grandparents. (Actually, so did his parents.) He came away from the holiday with no less than three riding toys and a Radio Flyer, which are the perfect gifts for him, since he is constantly in motion. He also got a toy for his roll around blocks, which gives him something to do with an old toy. Thankfully, we also received some clothes, to it wasn't too overwhelming for him. Santa gave him a big set of blocks and giant stacker cubes. Christmas is way more fun with Noah around.
Hope everyone else's Christmas was cozy. Karen and Nate, I'll want the full story on Hobbe's wedding!!! (Thanks to you I actually dreamed about getting a Whirley Pop. Glad to hear you have a new wok.)
