We are regrouping this weekend and catching up on some of the little things we've been unable to do for the last month, like showering. Chloe has been marvellous, and last night we got between 8-10 hours of sleep. We'd wake ourselves up to go find out why we hadn't woken up, only to find her passed out like a Resusci-Annie doll. It's probably an abherration, but any abherration that allows me to drool into my pillow an extra two hours is fine by me
The big story of the weekend was our trip to Costco, the apparent Mecca of family shopping. Sure, it's the only place you can buy ketchup in converted Trident missile tubes and underwear by the gross, but it's especially useful if you want need large quantities of things that are quickly consumed or destroyed, like diapers. We pushed through the mobs fighting over 50 lb candy bars and tubs of Chex mix, and managed to escape with Volkswagon-sized boxes of diapers and wipes, which, by our calculation will last a whopping 30 days.
Speaking of that, Chloe's metabolism is adjusting to the switch to formula by tripling the size and viscocity of her loads, so now they look like the side-dishes at Chevy's. I nearly passed out, swear to god.
Also, special thanks to our friend, Dawn, who assumed baby-sitting duties for us last night. Muchos Gracias!
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