Junior: May 2006 Archives

Magda had been gradually reducing her bottles (at a slower pace than what our pediatrician would prefer) and for the last few months she just had one -- in the evening. Part of our nightly routine would be me spending some time with her getting her changed into her PJs and then giving her a bottle. That was always my favorite part of the day, since she'd spend some relaxed, squirm-free time on my lap.

In the last few weeks, she'd occasionally go to bed without her bottle, depending on what else was going on that night. And so we decided that when the latest box of formula was finished, that would be it. That moment arrived last week. We're trying to transition her to maybe have a cup of warm milk on my lap before bed, but she's not really interested. So it's just some winding-down time and then off to bed with Jfer.

It's great for her that she's moving past those stages without looking back, but I feel a bit nostalgic. We started bottle feeding over a year ago (when we discovered that she wasn't getting enough milk) and I enjoyed it from the get-go. I liked measuring her development by her size, weight and awarenes during those evening feedings. It's another chapter that's closed and that I can now only look back on.

We started seeing lightning bugs in the park last week. Usually just one or two, blinking between the trees.

But last night, after our walk, there were quite a few hanging out in front of our house. Jennifer wanted to catch one for Magda, so we were stumbling through the rapidly darkening front yard trying to catch one of the elusive critters. We eventually succeeded and Magda got to see one up close. She likes bugs.

After she got out of her stroller, she still want some fireflies. So Jennifer went chasing after them agian, and Magda promptly follwed her onto the grass. Walking around like a zombie with her arms stretched out in front of her "catching" bugs.

BTW, I must say that our front yard was the only one where I noticed any fireflies. Our neighbors' yards with their nicely manicured lawns were completely dark. So when I excuse our weed overgrown "lawn" as a "diverse biotope", I now have something to back me up.