So now that Keira is turning 4 months, I realised how long it had been since I wrote...JEEZ. Time flies, doesn't it? Today I am recovering from Keira's 4 month shots. Yes, I know SHE was the one bombarded with needles...but *I* always end up just as upset as she does...if not more.

I just started back to work two weeks ago, which already has me in a foul mood. I told my boss that I could not travel for work anymore in the morning...and by the afternoon a work friend approached me to see if I would take a job under him. It is a serious paycut, but I can work most of the day from home which means no expensive childcare. Childcare around here costs more than half my salary, so it hardly makes working full-time worth it. Thank goodness for mom, who will take the baby for a few hours every afternoon.

The one shitty part of the deal was, that I had to pick up the slack from my other job until this new opening was created, so I have been travelling a bit for the last few weeks. Being away from Keira for a full 12 hours is rather PAINFUL (and not just mentally). I HAVE gotten quite good at pumping in odd places now though...including department store parking lots, grody airport bathrooms, and even while driving in rush hour traffic! Keira protested and refused to eat a few times, but when she is really friggen hungry, and when her bottle is heated roughly to the temperature of the sun, she will eat.

I am still waiting to fit comfortably back into pre-pregnancy clothes. I suppose I may still be waiting a year or two from now too, won't I?

Keira talks like a champ, but is a BIT developmentally behind in the grabbing/flipping/tummy time department. But oh well. Mom always says, "No kid ever went to college having not flipped over or not learned how to grab hold of small objects." I hear babies get more fun with age, but I wonder if that is just a ploy to convince us to keep them even after a night of gassy tummy screams.