Gramma and Grampa Taverner are headed back home in the morning. That flew by. Next time they see Avery she’ll be playing basketball! A chubby six foot basketball player!
She hasn’t had any trouble with feeding since last night’s return-to-sender. We reckon we just gave her too much – she kept drinking, so we kept trying to fill the tank. We think we’ve found the rhythm now. It will be a week of catching sleep maybe three hours at a stretch, spaced with one hour (45?) feedings. If I don’t answer the phone before 11, you’ll know why.
Little Peppermint seems happier – and I’ll be danged if her belly ain’t twice the size it was this time yesterday. Tomorrow it will all be baby fat. Goodbye chicken wings! She’ll be a Christmas Turkey just in time! She’s calm and sociable, and all around seems back on track. Whew. More news as it happens.
There was a ton of other stuff I wanted to chat about, but here’s making good on my promise to go to bed earlier. Bbye!