Ista has gotten a lot better about being left with markgritter: she still follows me most of the time, but it isn't a heart-wrenching tragedy when I leave the room. (timprov is not doing well enough to get down on the floor with her or chase her around, so we haven't been leaving him in sole charge of her.) We're currently following one of my mom's parenting rules as much as we can, which is, "don't wake the baby just to change her." Which means our schedule sometimes gets thrown a bit off. These things happen.
I'm still having trouble with food and eating. I mean that physically, so well-intentioned assurances that I should eat normal portions are not necessary: I know that. I know that I should be able to eat an entire normal-sized homemade sandwich at a meal, and I really want to, and I try, but it's been physically pretty difficult. I'm ending up feeling overly full at the same time as I'm still feeling hungry. Not so good. I'm spooked about this, because it hasn't been really this bad since the time I went into a nosedive out in California and ended up with broken ribs, and do we need that? We do not. So: conscious avoidance of the whole nosedive thing. Seems like a good plan, if we can implement it. We'll try.