Busy month...

So, this month has been both busy and I've been feeling sort of up and down. We started weaning Makeba off breastfeeding at night time. It's been better than we expected! I've been sleeping in the guest room and she and Annand have been in our room. They've been doing so well together and really bonding well! Makeba sure loves her Dada! We've been getting more sleep each night, but now Makeba is sick (chest cold) so we've taken a few steps back. It's nice to see her getting more sleep at night. Soon she'll be in her own room. It has really helped our little family connect more and carve out more of our identity as a small unit. We have really needed that. Here we are before our first night weaning.



I'm so proud of how well Makeba is growing up. She truly is a friendly, compassionate, sociable little kid. She's learning so many words every day. She likes to repeat everything I say and gets really interested in new sounds that she can make. She confidently tries to speak all the time. She also likes to sing along to songs in the car, play her "guitar" (it is actually a pink push toy that she turns into a guitar in her imagination), and sing her own little tunes as she wanders around the house. Here are two videos that show her speech and song...






I've been feeling a little low as I have been feeling the loss of my Babie (grandmother). There's a little bit of Babie everywhere. "When your back hurts, you should lie on the couch like this with your knees like this" "You should have a bowel movement every day" "Don't call her crazy, it will leave a mark!" There's a little bit of Babie in the Polish songs we sing to Makeba, Babie gave me the green woolen jacket I've been wearing this fall, almost all of my pajamas came from Babie at Christmas (this year I bought my own to wrap up for myself to have on Christmas day). The list goes on and on. I love her and miss her. I've had a few dreams about her, so I know she's watching over us and making sure we're all okay. She always did that when she was alive, phoning to make sure things were going well, sending cards and gifts and money, imparting her years of life knowledge whenever she could. She was our loving, caring matriarch. Life is different now, but she is, still, very much with us.

Here are a few pictures of us...