We've been preparing for Frannie's first solid food (she's got a little over a week to go) by reading Food Adventures and planning our produce order. Since it's summer, we have all kinds of choices - fresh fruit, veggies, or fish all sound good to me!

For the last few nights, we've been putting Frances down in her own room, in her crib, for her long stretch of sleep. When she wakes up after we're in bed, one of us brings her back, and from then on she's in the cosleeper or in our bed for the rest of the night. The first couple of nights, I was surprised by how much I missed having her right next to me, but gradually I've become more used to the idea. I know she eventually has to sleep on her own in her room, I just hadn't realized it was going to happen so soon.

Last night was hard. When we got Frances ready for bed, she didn't seem interested in eating, and kept struggling to get out of her swaddle. I unwrapped her and set her down to chill on her "mat of neglect," but after half an hour, she still didn't want to eat. She did want to bite, however, and clamped down while she was nursing, then grinned at me. Not a way to make friends and influence people, kiddo.
After another 30 minutes of this, we realized the last time she acted like this, she was teething. After some infant Tylenol, she took a ting-ting and finally fell asleep. She didn't sleep well, though - lots of waking up in the night to nurse, and a great deal of cranky in the morning.

Today we kept her drugged up, and she seemed happier - still prone to chomping down on fingers, though.