When they say a diaper only holds 12 pounds, it only holds 12 pounds and no more. Of poo, that is.
Alyssa's growing like a weed, so she's starting to eat a lot more at each feeding. Several weeks ago, she was only eating 2-3 oz at a throw, but now it's more like 6-7 oz. We should be buying stock in the formula company - that stuff goes fast!
Because she's eating more, guess what else she's doing more. Yessir, she's pooping more. A LOT more. She used to poop like a lady (even though she's never farted like one), but now it's becoming ridiculous. I didn't really know what parents were talking about when they said a "diaper blowout," but I am now intimately aware of what that means. Alyssa had one last night AND this morning. I'm gonna start putting extra clothes on her and keeping multiple extra outfits in the diaper bag. Holy mackerel!
In non-poopy news, Alyssa has discovered the elephants and lion that hang in front of her when she's in her bouncer. She's figured out that if she kicks and moves around, she slides down closer to them, and then can punch and bat at them with her hand. She will do this for hours, faithfully batting at the smiling blue elephant, possibly taking after her biological father, who is a professional fighter (like a punching bag?). We definitely didn't teach her to do that. So far, nature's winning and nurture's trying to catch up.
We are currently enjoying a 4-day weekend. Yesterday, the ladies in the family, as well as David (who's 3), went for a drive and went out to lunch at Marie Callendar's. It was fun to have a girls day out with all of us. We haven't hung out together without our menfolk in quite some time. Today, Mike, Alyssa, and I are going on a surprise early Valentine's outing. Mike won't tell me what it is, and Alyssa can't talk yet (I'm sure Mike's told her), so I'm the only one in the dark. All I know is it's a picnic. It's a lovely day outside, so it should be great. I'm looking forward to it.
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