December 1

Dear Julie,

Today, we had a great day. We met with the building inspector and fire marshal this morning, and they don't see a problem with building the studio onto the back of the house. It was great news! Now we just have to wait until the spring, when we start construction on the studio, and they'll return for another visit. After we left our house, we headed to the farm. You took a three hour nap today! The longest nap you've ever taken at the farm. You played with your new kitchen set (that you haven't technically received yet, since it's a present from aunt Sara), ate a good lunch, and napped again. It was a pretty laid back day.

We made it home after dance class at the farm, and got ready for bed. Bedtime didn't go as planned. You were tired, and ready to sleep. However, when I nursed you, you bit me. Hard. I screamed, and you laughed. I told you not to bite mama, that it hurt, and wasn't funny. When you switched sides, you but me again, even harder, and laughed even harder. I'm not sure how to make you understand that it isn't funny, but it the biting continues, our nursing sessions may end quicker than I thought. Ok not ready to wean you, and you still love your boobies. However, you can't hurt mama. I love you little one, but I can't wait for this "find pain funny" phase to end.