..is Drew's new nickname for Rachel even though, technically, we are not giving her milk yet. She's still on formula. We are counting the days until she turns 1 year old and can give her real milk, and our weekly grocery bill plunges because we don't have to spend $25 a week on formula!
Drew also calls her "Baby Yuck" because she still spits up. And it's usually after her morning feeding, after we've changed her into her outfit for the day, and she decides to urp all over it. For some reason, the spitup drives Drew nuts. I, however, have never minded it. Whereas her crying still makes me tense and occasionally crazy, but Drew manages to block it out. I think that's because in college, he always studied to loud, obnoxious punk rock. I, however, need absolute silence when I'm reading or writing.
I'm already trying to brace myself for Rachel interrupting me every five minutes when she's older and I'm trying to concentrate on something.
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