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enjoying the early morning dance show

 so marley mae gave up a vice today.  she quit the bottle cold turkey.  i know she's a little old to still have a bottle, but it was only at bed time.  and she never had a binky or a lovey, and she potty trained herself, so i was never really worried about it.  but tonight i put sheets on her bed (top sheets) and thought that change might warrant the need to leave the bottle behind.  so i tried.  and marley was open to the idea.  i got out a special purple goblet and filled it with milk and told her she got to drink her milk out of a big girl glass since she is sleeping in a big girl bed with big girl sheets.  and she was excited about it.  we'll see how it goes tomorrow.

 davis is still in her bassinet.  i just am not ready to move her to her crib.  it is so comforting having her right next to me.  if i had my way we would move the crib into our room and be done with it. 

 on a totally different note, we are having a problem with marley.  well, not really marley.  but the things she hears and then repeats.  she has been calling herself fat and betty ballerina fat lately.  not good.  i think that she is getting this b/c so many people are making comments about davis's size.  so if you interact with marley please remember that little ears hear everything.  ben and i have a hard enough battle ahead of us combating the messages society sends her about body image and gender roles.  please remember that davis is not fat.  she is just a fast grower.  and also keep in mind that in our house fat is just as bad as the other f word.

what is this grossness you ask?  the source of the funk in our kitchen that i have been searching for.  at first we thought it was the compost.  nope.  then we thought it might be a leak.  turns out it was, but we didn't see that this container was catching the leak.  on the one hand i am glad that container was there to catch all of that water instead of it oozing into our cabinets.  on the other hand i am totally grossed out by the looks of that.  it's in the trash.  ben thinks he fixed the leak.  we have a bucket underneath to double check.  and it no longer smells of rotten eggs in my kitchen. yea! 
and on another super good note, ben is attempting to quit smoking.  if you know a smoker, or are one, or used to be one, then you know that this is a super hard thing to do.  when i worked with addicts, it was acknowledged that quitting smoking is as hard as quitting heroin.  it takes three days to beat the addiciton and three months to quit the habit.  he's tried before, but i think this might really be it this time.  his dad died of lung cancer, so i really hope so.  if you see him, give him some encouragement.  i'm really proud and happy that he is sincerely trying.
if you have the david bowie song stuck in your head now, as i do, or want to hear it, just click on the title of this post.  it should take you to youtube.
i almost forgot the funny marley story of the day.  i am running around doing chores.  ben has davis and marley has announced she needs to poop.  marley goes to the toilet and ben and davis follow.  marley is sitting looking down with a hand over her eyes.  for some reason this is how she poops.  anyway.  davis starts to do her high pitched dinosaur growl.  marley looks up and says shhh davis.  i'm pooping.