Harrison has started self weaning, which I had planned on weaning around this time anyway, but he dropped two nursing sessions in one week. I think another one will be gone by the end of next week, the way he's eating, and he'll be down to just twice a day.
He's got no other milk to fall back on though. Whole milk, skim milk, almond milk, milk with strawberry flavor, milk with chocolate flavor, milk with breast milk, he doesn't want any of it. He loves water.
Are these boring? Am I boring? Does it matter? The blog is mostly for me, but I still want it to be interesting.
I think I am boring. I had bad dreams all last night, but it was more exciting than my mundane dreams about going grocery shopping.
My anxiety has been at an all time high lately. I though maybe it was because I went back to work for a show, and I just had some separation anxiety, but now I am done and back at home and I still had to suppress an anxiety attack this morning.
Today's anxiety might be because of the back dreams, though.
I dreamed one of my friends had died, but had sold his soul. I was working out a spell to retrieve and release his soul. I had his ashes in my spell bag, I had to get ashes from the demon who had his soul too. They were in an old cemetery where all of the names had already worn away from the gravestones. I had to sneak into the mausoleum and open an old casket that contained not a body, but old trinkets and a pile of demon ashes. I heard someone coming, so I quickly grabbed the ashes with my bare hands and threw them into the bag. I also needed a mason jar, which is where I would contain the soul before I released it. Apparently, I was a hipster witch.
That's all I remember, but it was a lot more unsettling than exciting.
Anywho, here are some baby pictures!
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