So Chloe has really taken to drinking. Although it's just a matter of time before she squanders our hard-earned college savings on booze sucked through a tube, she has at least mastered the art of consuming mass quantities. Her current feeding technique is a little rough, so we're using bottles instead, but as long as she gets that same dazed look look I get around 3 AM on New Years then we're happy.
Despite absolutely miserable weather (View this photo), I managed to motivate for my first day back to work. While I was on the way to Queens, Claudia and Grandma took Chloe to the pediatrician, who was kind enough to (a) validate that Claudia was not in fact going crazy, and (b) offered some vegetable-based home remedies to help with some of the lingering pain she's feeling. It's best I go into no further detail on this. And Chloe seems to be mellowing out somewhat, perhaps practicing for her first Phish concert. It's wonderfully quiet right now, which hopefully is a sign that life may finally be returning to something resembling normal.