Now, a whole year later, I brought Emma to her very first Ag conference. Two days of water rights this and soil web that, leaving Logan behind with Eric to work on the bottle training. Two and a half days of sort of feeling like I only had one infant instead of two.
Know what I learned?
Breasts that are producing somewhere in the vicinity of a gallon of milk a day really miss that second twin. Even with sporadic pumping and trying to get the local twin to nurse like mad (She wasn't interested), it's gonna hurt. Ow! Ow! I sat in the bathroom, on a ledge/seat that was slowly collapsing, with breasts that considered exploding and taking the entire conference with them or jumping in the car and racing back to the other twin that surely loved them and missed them and understood their pain. Meanwhile, in a house far far away from said conference, a little boy was taking a little more milk than previously out of a bottle so long as it was cold.
And eating bananas.
Crying and eating bananas. Not crying because of the bananas, but because I wasn't willing to hold him in my lap at the same time. As if!not for you, little boy! Eating solid food does not mean starting off with steak and ice cream. You'll just have to build up to those items slowly, just like your big sister.
Emma, on the other hand, wants nothing to do with solid food and is very happy still drinking her breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, tea time, snack, dinner, snack, snack, snack, and early morning pre-breakfast snack. She did, however, enjoy licking Heather's golden delicious apple this morning at the conference. She jams everything she can into her mouth, and when the apple was offered, jammed it into her mouth willingly and then pulled back to consider this bizarre non-finger offering. Determining that it was a Good Thing, she jammed it back into her toothless cavern and proceeded to squick me out by the contented licking and gumming she engaged in.
I have a messy hands "thing", so I'm really glad that I wasn't holding the apple, just the happy apple juice and drool covered baby.
Where's my baby brick?!
Both babes are working on sitting up on their own, but Emma seems to be leading the way. She has slid over and gone Bonk! before I could catch her plenty of times, but considering how close she is to the floor anyway it's never as damaging as it sounds.
Alternatively, I could be entirely wrong and she's killing off vital baby brain cells and now won't be smart enough to cure cancer by the time she's 18. If that's the case: I'm sorry World!
Emma enjoyed her 2.5 days away from home and was the recipient of much admiration from the other Aggies. When we returned home again, Logan was so excited to see her that he freaked out and did the electrified baby boogie. He smiled and smiled and smiled at her and was more interested in looking at her than in nursing. I think he missed her!
And I have to ask you this:
Since when did "good baby" become equivalent to "silent baby"? I got more compliments over how "good" she was than nearly anything else. She definitely received her share of "sweet", "cute", and "happy" compliments, but the good baby = silent baby comments made me feel kinda funny. She did squee and squeal from time to time, but that only got us indulgent smiles. When she got upset (i.e. hungry), we'd leave the room to go nurse. Is that weird? Am I weird to think that was weird? Am I weird to wonder if I'm weird to think that was weird?