Pesach is over, and after a week of eating matzo, tomorrow we'll be making bread again. Yes, after you get used to the deliciousness of homemade bread, commercial breads starts to taste like bits of old sponge.
We spent a lovely time together with family. As an only child, I've always wondered what it feels like to be part of a big family; to have brothers and sisters, to be an auntie. I assumed I would never have that, but then I met and married my husband, who is one of five and already has nieces and nephews - and few sounds are more cheerful than the noise a bunch of children and babies can make, even though at times, you might feel like reaching for a pair of earplugs *smile*.
It was wonderful to have my husband at home for a stretch of time - he even took two days off work before the holiday, when it became clear I'm struggling to complete even half of the goals I marked for myself, to help me with all the cleaning. Together, we scrubbed the house from top to bottom and worked late into the night.
Yes, I know how lucky I am. I really can't thank him enough for all his help. He's a true knight in shining armor, of the order of Mop and Bucket *big smile*.
On another matter - I apologize for just rambling today - it seems that Shira is having a growth spurt. 3 months. Isn't this when babies typically have one? Previously, she seemed content to nurse on one side each time, but now apparently she needs more, so I let her "finish" one breast and then switch her to the other. She also "cluster fed" a lot today.
Speaking of breastfeeding, I just discovered two wonderful articles about breastfeeding on Mrs. Parunak's blog:
Breastmilk, Ice Cream, and Infant Feeding Schedules: How Much Space is on YOUR Counter Top?
When You “Don’t Have Enough Milk”