It's raining in San Francisco but it's happy times in Bitches.

Happy birthday, Owen! You are one handsome little dude.

Happy almost birthday, Lillian! Try not to destroy your parents while you sort out your 2s.

Welcome home, Biyi!

Happy Birthday, Owen!

Yay for the reunited Teas.

Good to see you, vw.

I went to the doctor this morning and came back to find a GIANT HOLE in my front yard. There's a broken pipe.

Of course, Lillian's two on Friday.

Amazing, growing Lillybean!

Plei, flea might have some pointers. She worked for a while weaning Casper, easing her off rather than cold turkey. You guys quite amaze me with your mad bfing skilz.

I nearly had to go off on some playgroup moms at Toddler Zone. They were letting their kids rampage through the place, running into other kids with tricycles and other toys while they just chatted away, oblivious. A few other Indie moms like me were very annoyed and the lady running the place had to be the one to correct the kids' behavior. I'll be glad when the weather gets nice enough we can just play in the back yard most of the time.

Hey, Billytea....

Did you know that biyi was here in Los Angeles for a visit?

What was that all about????

Can I just say it is NOT RIGHT that I have been to Minneapolis four times so far this year, and it has snowed two of those times? Including RIGHT FREAKIN' NOW, in teh MIDDLE OF APRIL? Grrr.

Spam of the day (from an investment firm alerting me to hot, hot prospect China YouTV):

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How much do I want to get a pair of great wings (I've had my share of pain and grief; clearly somebody owes me great wings), read an ironic mystery novel, and find out why Joe Madnick is suing the love of his life? SO MUCH.

I think I was summoned? I did wean Casper at nearly 2 and a half, not because I had to, but because I was pregnant and was not no way no how going to nurse two kids at the same time. It was less traumatic than I had expected, though there were a couple of shaky moments. We were down to 2 nursings most days when I started. I started by cutting down the time limits - I'd only let her go for a few minutes. Then we started talking up being a big girl and how we'd end nursing, since that was a baby thing. We talked it up each time we nursed for a couple of weeks, then set a date, and bought her a present (purple stuffed pony) to celebrate weaning. The next time she asked to nurse I reminded her that she was a big girl and she was supposed to hug pony when she wanted to remember nursing. In the first couple of weeks we had a couple of screaming fits, but overall it was okay.

I am also dealing with the Incredible Biting Boy lately, which I talked about a little in this morning's LJ post (casperflea). What's working for me is figuring out when he's going to bite and pre-empting him. He is a nasty little grinning biter but I think it's because of teething. Casper was never like this, although she tested with her teeth occasionally. I think the first teeth are the hardest, actually - once they learn not to bite it doesn't matter how many teeth they get. I have heard other people say that putting the baby down on the floor and walking away at every nip will help teach a biter not to.

I am happy to continue conversation on either topic via email!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OWEN!!!

All the babies are growing up SO FAST.

*sniff*

I'll definitely be visiting your lj today, flea.

I changed my mind. This is the best spam of the day (for Viagra):

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