When filing our taxes yesterday (yes, yesterday) I appreciated the tax cut Lyla gave us. Even though she was born late-November, the deduction was for the whole year. I suppose we still had baby-related expenses (crib, rocker, changing table) and pregnancy-related expenses (pizza rolls), but it was definitely advantageous from a tax perspective to give birth late in the year.
Not that you should use this line of reasoning when deciding whether to conceive. Talk about terrible foreplay.
This morning I prepared Lyla's bottles ahead of time, something I've never done. Previously, we'd be playing and she'd start whining, I'd look at the clock and realize it was feeding time, and I'd have to piss her off further by fiddling around in the kitchen. To Lyla, I was the breast-deficient other parent. But now I'll pull a bottle out of the fridge, heat it for a couple seconds under the faucet, and be a hero.
Why didn't I think of this earlier? I have no idea, but that dusty part of my brain is probably adjacent to the part that compels me to file taxes on April 15th.
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Another tip - when it's feedin' time, take the next bottle out of the fridge and set it on the counter. Breastmilk can sit out at room temp for up to 8 hours, so no danger there, but it'll get rid of that extra chill from coming straight out of the fridge and won't take as long to heat when it's time for the next feeding...
Ah, wise, wise woman!
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