It's not my intention to go a week between posts, but somehow it happens. I gave up on my sick kid post, because really, who wants to read about vomit when they could not? I didn't even want to write about it when it was over and done with, personally. The new wrinkle in my life is working on night weaning, which I'm pretty sure that you're not supposed to replace a feeding with goldfish crackers, which is what we did one night (actually, early morning). The best part is reading all the Internet about what I should do, and there are these very gentle admonitions: "If your baby protests, maybe it is too soon." I am so over that, after I got past the stabby guilt pangs in my heart. I think they are referring to some roly poly babies, maybe those nice compliant one-year-olds, not 19-month-old nipple-twitchers who drive you mad in the middle of the night.
I'm working on a post on the trials and tribulations of dealing with a sick kiddo, specifically, MY sick kiddo, but I have to post a tiny placeholder with very good news, if not exactly on the scale of the Gospel*: Beaux has FINALLY been hired on at his job! Yes, the job we moved away for, leaving all our friends and family and wonderful church home, SEVEN months ago! All the strings won't be tied up until the end of the month, but we have waited this long, we can wait a few weeks longer for things be to really and truly official.