Our kind of, sort of routine.

I ended up not going to that baby shower yesterday. We'd had a rough night with Anya wanting her pacifier every 2.5 seconds. She's was just about as bad last night, too. I think it's a development caused by her teething pain. She just needs something to gum. But it's aggravating since she's slept peacefully through the night for weeks before the teething started. At least she's not asking for bottles in the middle of the night. She just takes her pacifier and goes right back to sleep. So it could be worse, but it's still not fun. We're working on thinking of a way to break the habit if it doesn't go away on its own soon. We've already pretty much got her settled into a nap time routine aside from getting her to sleep in her crib for it. She sleeps in her swing, but it's always at around the same time every day for 3 or 4 hours. And her body has already grown accustomed to it because she's started getting cranky in the twenty to thirty minutes before nap time in anticipation of sleeping. So I'm feeling pretty good about that. But I have a feeling getting her to take the nap in her crib is going to be a battle. For now we just let her sleep in the swing. We'll give her some time to build on that nap time routine as we did with her bed time.

I have been getting paid blogging assignments like no one's business. So don't be surprised when you see me talking about random things like Toronto hotels to fit in a paid link somewhere in an entry. Sometimes it takes some serious creativity to fit something in with some of the off the wall stuff that I'm assigned. But I do the best I can. Trying to do my part to help Ryan pay for all those diapers. At least we don't have to pay for her $20 cans of formula that only lasts three days anymore. Thank you, WIC! If only I had signed up for it sooner we could have saved so much money on all of the formula during Anya's first 2 months of life. But now our lesson has been learned. We'll apply while I'm pregnant with the next one. Which will hopefully be a few years from now, though. But I've filed the knowledge away for when the time comes.

Right now Ryan and I are just enjoying some time doing our separate things. He's playing Fallout 3 on the PS3, and I'm probably going to bust out Sims 2 or Sims 3 momentarily. Anya is taking a late nap because we had to run our usual Sunday errands of getting Ryan's haircut, going to the bank, grabbing lunch, and grocery shopping around the time she's usually napping. That's what we get for trying to sleep in, I suppose. Lesson learned: have the baby home in time for her nap, or we will regret it when the screaming and flailing ensues for half an hour before the swing finally wins the battle of nap time. Fun stuff.