Formulate this.

After 11 weeks of Belinda's outstanding efforts we decided to start supplementing our little milk-vacuum with the dreaded for-mu-la. It was a long and hard process but at the end we did what we think is best for Lucia and we are really happy about it. Most of you will probably have an opinion about this and after listening to advice from lots of friends and family we decided to give formula a try. After all Lucias is only feeding about 20% from formula, the rest is good ole' mommy's.

The funny thing is that formula is not really a formula but a bunch of different types of formulae (I feel like Ted Mosby saying "Encyclopaeida"). Walking down the formula isle at the grocery store made me realize how much trouble we were getting into. Organic? Wheat-free? Extra iron? how am I supposed to know? So we relied on Granny's advice and bought the organic, wheat-free hippie-friendly formula that Oregon groceries tend to carry. It worked like magic.

All of a sudden our little screaming machine stopped screaming and started enjoying life. As it turns out, we had been starving our poor little Lucia for the past 10 weeks. But fear no more my little chunky monkey, your parents found the only formula they have been able to decipher just for you (we are still working on the other formula of how to be good parents, when we discover it we'll patent it and we'll go live in our own private island!)

It may also be a coincidence that she's about to be 3 months old and that she finally turned the 'blind' corner I wrote about two weeks ago. In any event, Lucia has been the most calm, sweet and smiling baby for the past week or so.

As I write this, my two girls are all the way across the Country in Savannah, Georgia visiting Glenda, Gail and Sam (who's real name is Patrick and makes me want to change my name too and avoid spelling "J-A-V-I-E-R" every time I order at Starbucks! or better yet, stop being called "Harvey-err")

I knew I was going to miss them but I had no idea how much. It's been one day and the house feels lonely and quiet without them. Yes, I even miss the sporadic screaming and dirty diapers. I have to admit that sleeping more than 7 hours in a row is really nice and pretty much the only upside I see for me to this whole Savannah trip. In the meantime, I will take advantage that it is 10:30pm, the house is quiet and I can go to bed and plan to sleep for a lot longer than I have in the past 11 weeks.

Buenas noches.