We’re in the midst of transitioning my one-year-old daughter from formula to milk. I think she’s finally accepting it and I couldn’t be happier. You do the math:
Formula=12.4 cents per ounce
Milk=1.9 cents per ounce
We only had to do formula for about six months when breastfeeding was no longer practical and when Lexi gave up on it. Breastfeeding may not always be practical, but you’ve got to love the price. I don’t understand how some people are able to pay for formula. I’m just happy to swtich to cow’s milk (even if it is whole milk and I’m having to buy two different kinds) and leave formula behind.
Now if I could just get Lexi to stop shaking the bottle upside down and dripping milk all over the place we’ll be in good shape.
Update: I dropped the price of milk from 2.3 cents per ounce to 1.9. I over-estimated the cost of a gallon of milk (I guessed $3, it’s actually $2.39 right now). So even more savings. Go Lexi! Now if we could just potty-train you… OK, I’m pushing it.
We celebrated Lexi’s first birthday last night. We had lots of fun opening presents, hanging out with some friends we hadn’t seen in a while, and watching babies eat cake (before you get too excited, Lexi didn’t make much of a mess).
It’s hard to believe I have a one-year-old now. She’s hardly a baby anymore. This whole fatherhood thing seems like a time acceleration device.
This was Lexi at church today. You gotta love the annoying musical baby toys.
Today was Father’s Day and I was having some fun with videos. Unfortunately I can’t upload them all at once, so you’ll just have to wait.
My first Father’s Day. It’s kind of wild having Father’s Day and my birthday so close together. So overwhelming. So much pampering and getting to pick my favorite foods. Not that I’m complaining.
So Abby went back to work yesterday and I officially became the stay-at-home dad, which works nicely with the work-at-home dad. I think it basically means I never leave the house. I’m thinking of sleeping over at a friend’s hosue just so I can get out.
Lots of people keep raising their eyebrows when they hear that I’m home with the baby and ask Abby how I’m doing. I’m not sure if they expect all dads to be terrible parents and so I should be calling and asking questions like is it OK to hose Lexi off in the middle of the driveway along with the car and the dogs or she’s secreting a strange brownish substance that smells really bad–what do I do?
Seriously. I’m being a dad all day. What’s so hard about that? I sing lots of non-sense songs (and you thought “It’s Breakfast Time” was my one-hit wonder), I contort my face and make all manner of vocal noises, I get peed on. It’s great.
Lexi does lots of napping so I’m able to get work done without holing up in my office all night long. We’ll see how long that lasts.
It’s only been two days, but it’s been good. I’m just wondering why more dads don’t do this.
You want a sign of the apocalypse? How about Club Libby Lu? The Washington Post does a story on it that should send every parent screaming. Little girls dress up like Britney Spears–complete with tube tops, low-rise pants and lots and lots of glitter–while mom and dad foot the bill. I’ve seen the glittered girls at the Mall of America, but it’s even freakier to read the details.
We brought Lexi home from the hospital today and it’s all starting to feel real. I watched Abby fall asleep while sitting up, we’ve taken our first nap, and I’ve had to try just about everything to get her to stop crying. The dogs also met Lexi today, which so far seems to be going pretty well. Though it’s hard to yell at the dogs when they start barking at nothing, since then I’m even louder than they are and not what Lexi wants to hear.
