It's too late already, and I'm too under the weather, to blog too much (my logorrhea about the fantastic Holmenkollen races notwithstanding), so by way of excusing myself, read this daddyblogger's post on why he finds it hard to write about his kids: it's their damnable cuteness.
But wait - who am I kidding? The big news here is the Genevieve has essentially night-weaned herself. About a week ago, we started cutting out her early-morning feeding (ca. 2 or 3 a.m.), and the process went fine. She cried, but she was able to get herself back to sleep each time after a few pats and songs from the non-nursing parent. Then, out of nowhere, she slept straight through the night last Thursday, dropping the late-evening session (ca. 10 or 11 p.m.), too! She still cries a bit, later on, and I'm sure I'm jinxing everything now, but jeebus - what a freakish and welcome turn of events. Good job, Gigi! (She's more than making up for the difference with some truly massive meals of "solids" - the ETA for real pizza is around her birthday.)